Monday, May 01, 2006

Washing the sky

dust colors the air
under lowering grey clouds
the sky turns yellow

the wild wind teases
fingers running through my hair
whispers in my ear

I hold very still
listening to that low voice
of fierce affection

kisses to the cheek
caresses across my face
here a while and gone

large, single drops fall
heavy with pollen and dust
washing the sky clean

18 Comments:

Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

You lovingly capture the beautiful sensuality of an approaching rain.

5/01/2006 9:40 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

This love affair of yours is endless. I love reading about it.

5/01/2006 10:13 AM  
Blogger Sky said...

Smiling at mermaid and agreeing!

5/01/2006 10:41 AM  
Blogger Firehawk said...

MB,

Another well written nature poem. You've kissed the sky, and now, I suppose, it needs washing up. Have a good one.

5/01/2006 12:05 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

This poem also has an ending with tension. The sensual rainfall, which begins with the seductive wind, ends up being polluted with pollen and dust.

5/01/2006 1:17 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

How well you have caught the feelings of the coming storm... Isn't it wonderful to hear the wind whisper and to experience the washing of the sky?

5/01/2006 1:24 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Funny, I always used to look at the rain as the means, not the end. When we lived on a hill overlooking a valley, the days after rain were looked forward to because it cleared the grit, grot, gunge and bee's manure from the air leaving the view crystal clear. And then there was the smell of the bush after rain...

5/01/2006 4:05 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

(o)

5/01/2006 4:07 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

It sounds so much like late April, early May - the wild wind and also the wild feelings! We are still animals, responding to the spring call.

5/01/2006 5:50 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Real life has me sneezing- oh pollen maize/maze ;) while trying to paint. Your writing is always a treat to read. It involves all of the senses, flows easily and strongly.

5/01/2006 9:16 PM  
Blogger alan said...

I can smell the rain!

alan

5/02/2006 1:49 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your comments are wonderful and diverse, as usual... and much appreciated!

5/02/2006 11:46 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

No words. Just a big peaceful *sigh*

5/03/2006 4:06 AM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

and the smell of rain, that is what i sensed when i read your poem. The smell!
When my daughter was little she asked; Why does the sky cry? And i said, To clean the sky...so boring...so I added to water the seeds in our heart. Your poem waters my seeds!!

5/03/2006 8:43 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Like a mystic, the dance with the beloved/Beloved, but in love with the transcendance of the forces of the landscape... every poem stunning.

5/04/2006 4:57 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Lori, yup, pretty much!

tica, thanks for smelling the rain! What a great response! Thanks for sharing your wonderful conversation with your daughter.

Brenda, thank you!

5/08/2006 10:25 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

only you can make me enjoy rain

5/12/2006 11:16 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, I suppose you get enough of it that might be hard to do? We don't get much around here, which is perhaps why it's easy for me to love the rain!

5/12/2006 2:39 PM  

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