and in the spring it rains
sometimes gently in the morning
bare-footed
I walk through the grass
stand under the trees that
Drip
Drip
tenderly like a kiss
sometimes it teases in the afternoon
bare-headed
I stand in the whipping wind
with perfect intention
Breathe
Breathe
deeply like a sigh
sometimes loudly in the twilight
bare-souled
I dance through my yard
to my own electric beat
Spin
Spin
swiftly like fire
sometimes quietly through the night
bare-hearted
I close my weary eyes
to dream of trees and green
Hush
Hush
softly like a lullaby
sometimes gently in the morning
bare-footed
I walk through the grass
stand under the trees that
Drip
Drip
tenderly like a kiss
sometimes it teases in the afternoon
bare-headed
I stand in the whipping wind
with perfect intention
Breathe
Breathe
deeply like a sigh
sometimes loudly in the twilight
bare-souled
I dance through my yard
to my own electric beat
Spin
Spin
swiftly like fire
sometimes quietly through the night
bare-hearted
I close my weary eyes
to dream of trees and green
Hush
Hush
softly like a lullaby
5 comments:
It's been a while...
I love this. It's sweet and I completely know these moments. I love rain too.
I'm here because of Phoenix-Karenee's recommendation.
Your poem is lovely, and as evocative and gentle as spring rain itself.
i came from karen's blog too.
beautiful words...
Thank you all for the poem love. It is very encouraging.
Thanks for the link love Karen. I love to read what you write, too.
Karen sent me here as well - rain and lullaby, rain and a kiss, rain and fire -- it all fits.
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