"...raise jeweled leaves to the sky in unsung hallelujahs." Beautiful poetry there. I think the spirit does come in a number of ways and you put this one quite wonderfully. Awesome post. Thank you for sharing.
Rain! I don't ascribe to the teachings of the Zodiac, or at least don't know enough to do so, but I know that I am supposed to be a water sign, know that I have little tolerance for heat, know that when the misty haze rolled in for an uncharacteristic June evening here today I thought, "I could live in Ireland."
Water sustains us, and for the gardener, it is everything. I heard a farmer say recently that she can water her crops, but it's the rain that makes them grow!
I've noticed the same thing for the few outdoor plants I help to tend: they're politely grateful for a drink from the watering can, but it's rainfall that really brings them to life.
WONDERFUL, what it is to feel this deeply. i've woken to rain here in Cornwall, UK, this morning, 4.30 am, silent soft rain. Every line is breathtaking. I read it twice. The first time with the other way the spirit comes in mind - I'd focused on that and had not taken in the title with the word rain. So I enjoyed it twice in different ways. First time thinking of spirits (because I'm suspended in grief for my son, always on the look out for spirits) and then the second time thinking of rain. Love love love Tear tracks through the world's sad dust - and how it is unsudden. That's a word I am going to use. And I loved surrender to slow soaking. Rain will never be the same again, Thank you
Thank you so much for such an attentive and appreciative reading, Jessica, and for letting me know the ways the poem touched you. Holding you and your son in my heart. 💛🌿🌦️
"...raise jeweled leaves to the sky in unsung hallelujahs." Beautiful poetry there. I think the spirit does come in a number of ways and you put this one quite wonderfully. Awesome post. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Parker.
Rain! I don't ascribe to the teachings of the Zodiac, or at least don't know enough to do so, but I know that I am supposed to be a water sign, know that I have little tolerance for heat, know that when the misty haze rolled in for an uncharacteristic June evening here today I thought, "I could live in Ireland."
Water sustains us, and for the gardener, it is everything. I heard a farmer say recently that she can water her crops, but it's the rain that makes them grow!
Beautifully written, Elizabeth
I've noticed the same thing for the few outdoor plants I help to tend: they're politely grateful for a drink from the watering can, but it's rainfall that really brings them to life.
Thanks so much for reading, Elizabeth!
lovely!
So glad you enjoyed it, Francesca -- thank you for letting me know.
This is so beautiful, Elizabeth!
Thank you, Fotini!
WONDERFUL, what it is to feel this deeply. i've woken to rain here in Cornwall, UK, this morning, 4.30 am, silent soft rain. Every line is breathtaking. I read it twice. The first time with the other way the spirit comes in mind - I'd focused on that and had not taken in the title with the word rain. So I enjoyed it twice in different ways. First time thinking of spirits (because I'm suspended in grief for my son, always on the look out for spirits) and then the second time thinking of rain. Love love love Tear tracks through the world's sad dust - and how it is unsudden. That's a word I am going to use. And I loved surrender to slow soaking. Rain will never be the same again, Thank you
Thank you so much for such an attentive and appreciative reading, Jessica, and for letting me know the ways the poem touched you. Holding you and your son in my heart. 💛🌿🌦️
Loved this on so many levels! Beautiful
I'm so glad, Catherine! Thank you for reading.
Your poem pairs well with Hopkins's "God's Grandeur."
Oh my, that's high praise that I'll aspire to earn! Thank you, Donald.
Truly charmed by your observation and putting it so lovingly into the words it deserves.
Thanks so much, Sandy!
It's the small ordinary moments somehow becoming extraordinary that make feel connected. This captures those moments so beautifully.
Those are the moments poets live for! (*My* poets, anyway.) Thanks for reading, LeeAnn.
So many good lines but this: moist perfume of earth
in love
Boom! Loved it!
One of the most miraculous scents in the world! Thanks for reading, Simon.
Such beautiful images in this one.
Thank you so much, MK.
truly lovely. -- I like all the esssssssss sounds
All those tiny raindrops whisssspering....! Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Margaret.
I like the image... fits with baptism, and life giving. Thank you!
So glad you liked it -- thank you for reading, dear one. 🌼