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Re: POEM On RAIN
There's nothing like a lime green drive...after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown,ruffling feathers of a white plumed crane
Songs are in the gardens around the lagoon, frogs croak a melody and bloated toads croon
Crickets pleading night with the moistness bright from the rays of a waning moon
Rotors buzz,from a thing that was...as it hovered then flew ahead
Silver winged light, a bug so bright that the darkness cracked and wakened instead
All around the emeralds, the lemon-limes, a blue tint of indigo
Heavy-weighted Spanish moss, curls all damp ... tresses of an aged widow
Dripping sips from a washing storm bleach decks of clinging sands
Festival of fluttered things, clapping filmy, tiny wings , marching in wee-formed bands
Some would call them fairies with their lantern's glow, I did when I was a girl
With loping lights of fairy dust, as lanterned candles dribbled dust, bathing each shadow with pearls
Symphonies of fluttered bugs, blinking lights of fire
Greens in hues
magnanimous
phosphorous
winged fires
Oaks that arch in huge arrays, this regal door to nature
Brought to life after a rain, wet foliage and thirsty creatures
Buzzes hop and drink each drop, flowers aglow with dew
Mid-summers rain and fuzzy nights, mornings when I wish for you
Sharing the beauty is quite the ease when canvases change each day
Wishes for you to see through my eyes at this wonder of painted displays
Just look at the yellow of daisies, much prettier for their drink
Closer still at the tiny flutters in lavenders, blues and pinks
Right by your ear they hover still, moving their buzz in flight
Turning the heads of those that squint from wetness in the pale moonlight
Miracles happen when we are aware that nature is singing to us
Fandangle mosses, the weave and dodge of lightning with fairy dust
Rains dipped with honey and lizards' red throat held up waiting each bead
Days and evenings after a storm when nature is touched with need.
I just copied ur poem here its really nice work
very imaginative
keep writing hope to hear more from u
:rose
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