the almost
very last of the leaves
blowing down the street
are stuck in the glimmer
of a night rain
a november rain
a cold
thin
pin-you-to-the-ground
rain
the kind of rain
that arrives
on long thin strands of wind
and leaves
in the short white puffs
of slow pursed lip exhalations
that look like smoke
the kind of rain
that arrives on silver strings
and leaves
in gold flakes
that rise from the pavement
hand-in-hand
somewhere high above
the clouds are being stroked
by the moon's soft fingers
12 comments:
beautifully composed verse to accompany stunningly rich images steven
The moon's soft fingers? Sigh. Excuse me, while I grab my Barbour.
thankyou bonnie. the dark rainy early evenings are great at encouraging me indoors to get a book and settle in. the dark rainy early mornings - well cycling through those is something of a challenge. so i try to see the beauty where it is! steven
willow thankyou for that!!! i wish i could bicycle with an umbrella but it's too great a challenge for me!! steven
Every line of this poem is delicious- especially loving "arrives on silver strings and leaves in gold flakes rising from the pavement hand-in-hand." Your photos are perfect, rich and luxurious and if it were not for the lower temperature might likely sizzle.LOVE this Steven! Nearly entices me to appreciate the rain...nearly.
How do you manage to put such lovely words and exquisite pictures on your blog every day Steven.
hello weaver, i am grateful for the generous compliment i infer from your comment. there's a long answer to this and a short answer is what this forum will allow. this is one of the places i arrive at to meditate. a daily practice that i observe three times. this is one of those times! the blog takes an image or a set of images of my experiencing and affords the visitor the possibility of entering via the text or the image the space of my own understanding. that's what it's about! steven
linda sue - when those words arrived i was ecstatic because it was like being inside something good that felt like home. it snowed and rained today and the temperature hovered around the very cold. but the biking was really good and peaceful and the snow on the leaves was totally sweet. steven
This post and your last celebrates the beautiful images of every day. Your photos and poetry morph as one. I have added you to my sidebar. All the best.
You've become a master of making the ordinary extraordinary, Steven! Makes me long for rain.
hi paul, thankyou for your kind comment and also for placing the golden fish on your sidebar. steven
hello golden west - thankyou. i wish for this place to celebrate the simple and the ordinary as much much more than itself! steven
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