Earlier storm clouds
have shed
their heavy
silver coats.
A pale glow of
after rain light
arrives at our window.
Tiny crystal spheres
crowd the glass.
Weary,
they rest,
before
a call
back home.
Earlier storm clouds
have shed
their heavy
silver coats.
A pale glow of
after rain light
arrives at our window.
Tiny crystal spheres
crowd the glass.
Weary,
they rest,
before
a call
back home.
djvichos 
I love ‘tiny crystal spheres crowd the glass’…and then ‘weary they rest’. I think a lot of us may weary of too much rain and snow. Your words told a great picture story.
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Even the water cycle is poetry waiting to happen!
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Love your take.
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What a beautiful poem describing a common occurrence.
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I love the structure of your poem. Your action grows to 4 words and then dwindles. Beautiful.
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“after rain light”- my favorite phrase in this lovely poem! I love saying that phrase out loud- it’s a mouthful of a noun but because of that it has heft and power, which echoes the significance of that kind of light that follows the grey.
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Your blog has become my go-to for getting the goosies! (If you happen to watch American Idol–and my son is a HUGE Idol fan, which means that I have to be one too–Jennifer Lopez gets goosebumps whenever there’s an especially powerful or haunting performance). Seriously, every time I come here, I end up talking out loud at my computer and tingling at your lines. Love!
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