wash of grey paints us somber
strikes the only light we see
rumbling growing ever stronger
awakening sleeping beauty
mud baths for the brown turned green
rain-lashed windows hammered hard
defenses washed streaky clean
growth that's measured by the yard
saturated soaking wet
wind that thrashes at the door
this is not the time to fret
for Spring is here, that's for sure
"rain-lashed windows hammered hard"
ReplyDeleteI just love the way that sounds!
There is so much to love in this piece...the rhyme, the visual,,"mud bates for the brown turned green" is just one of the many lines I love. Your photography is gorgeous!! Thanks so much for buying my book!!
ReplyDeletesupposed to start raining here tonight....tis the season for rain and mud bathes for sure....its like a make over mud mask...ha....happy spring...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece!
ReplyDeletespring rain is always good. We are dry already.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
Spring is here! Yippee!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this. And thank goodness spring finally showed up at the party!!
ReplyDeleteLovely words and image :) T.
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