AFTER THE RAINS

Feeling a raindrop, the droopy leaf Expelled a sigh of deep relief And stretched forth its palms As a beggar begs his alms As raindrops pooled on its skin It bid the bugs to drink and swim And the raindrop lit up and glistened while it let the sunshine in only to scatter the light

RAINY AUTUMN

We woke up later than we should. Our room was dark. No sun entered the windows to rouse us from bed. My eyes were heavy. The grey morning was pushing down my lids. But it was after 7 a.m. and I would make us late for Mass if I tarried longer. When I got a

RAIN

We should be dancing in the rain. We used to laugh with abandon, Everyday was the first of spring. Could we have exhausted the spring that made us celebrate the rain? Our carefree youth we abandon. Winter tried us with abandon But together we meet this spring and smile under its cleansing rain. May the

SUMMER’S GIFT

Raindrops hang from the boughs they sit on the grass twinkling like Christmas lights The dry spell is over Earth celebrates the bequest Fall received from Summer – Roses will yield parting flowers Leaves will burst in wild colors before the Wind hums its plaintive tune that will lull its world to blessed slumber. Daily

SHOWERS ON A HOT DAY (for WPC: Cherry on Top)

Raindrops filtered through My hands are left with nothing But what the heart holds   WPC: Cherry on Top

PURE

Crystalline waters reflecting mirrors of light so is a pure heart Whispering wind Quickens the spirit breath of life Scented breeze We breathe deeply the scent of pure souls. WPC:  Pure

PEONY (for WPC: EXTRA, EXTRA)

I am Peony, Queen of spring gardens  Beauty is my blueprint I bow to the rain Grandeur is my burden. “I am Peony, Queen of spring gardens Beauty is my blueprint I bow to the rain Grandeur is my burden.” That’s the little piece I thought of after seeing the beautiful flowers bowed to the

MEMORIES OF A TROPICAL RAIN (for DVERSE and Poetry Jam)

The cracked earth hissed at the touch of rain, dust rose like smoke from the ground. The musk of loam hang heavy in the air while heat trapped the breath in our lungs. Thunder rumbled in the distance and rattled the walls of our house The rain that fell through holes in the roof we

TILUS POETRY (for DVERSE)

I. Dust settled on him, seed under the ground. II. Leaf peeled off the branch, wings spread and took flight. III. Clouds gather up a storm cleansing rain falls. IV. Birdsongs make the air paradise- like. ~~~~ Tilus Poetry, the featured form in tonight’s edition of DVERSE, is a micro poetry form  originated by the

AT THE HINT OF RAIN

Her brow knitted at the sight ominous clouds rule the skies What of their clothes hanging on the line washed just before the break of dawn the first dry day in a long spell just before she headed to the fields for her share of the gold ripe grains of the season. She would run