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
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
posted by MB at 9:31 AM
16 Comments:
You lovingly capture the beautiful sensuality of an approaching rain.
This love affair of yours is endless. I love reading about it.
Smiling at mermaid and agreeing!
MB,
Another well written nature poem. You've kissed the sky, and now, I suppose, it needs washing up. Have a good one.
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.
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?
(o)
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.
I can smell the rain!
alan
Thanks, all. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your comments are wonderful and diverse, as usual... and much appreciated!
No words. Just a big peaceful *sigh*
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!!
Like a mystic, the dance with the beloved/Beloved, but in love with the transcendance of the forces of the landscape... every poem stunning.
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!
only you can make me enjoy rain
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!
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