The middle of the morning
and I let Bruce out into the back garden
to roam a bit, smell the flowers
and do the others things dogs are wont to do
in the middle of the morning.
I stand for a few minutes, breathing
in the wonderful damp air,
listening to the raindrops,
and the thirsty plants, sighing with pleasure!!
As I am sure the firefighters are, too;
the ones down the valley who are
fighting the wildfire that is too close for comfort,
for many of the farmers
who tend great fields of apples and grapes.
To begin with there were
beautiful, grey rolling rain clouds
but now a pewter sky is completely covering
what yesterday was blue and sunny!
Today is most welcome...
a little breathing space, and a time
to diminish the warp that is
stretched out in the space I want to beam
the threads for new, colourful, towels.
Praise what comes!!!!
Praise what comes!!!!
3 comments:
So lovely to have rain.
I didn’t realize you were already in fire season, though I read that it was expected to come early in the West. Pewter skies are beautiful omens when the rain is wanted and needed. I’m glad they delivered.
This is a moving prose poem, Hildred. I, too, welcome moisture. I hope that fire is controlled soon. Wildfire is very scary and so destructive.
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