Rain
the moon was nearly half gone
this afternoon
sliding between two trees
as if out looking
is it true the leaves don't
want to fall?
it begins to rain
scent of remembering
sound of a forgotten music
falling through the leaves
onto my wet cheek
This is a manipulation of a stock photo. Click to view larger.
posted by MB at 9:33 AM
17 Comments:
Fantastic photograph!! I love the question. Opens up several avenues to ponder through. One, is it rain or tears? Excellent poem!!!
oh, this is wonderful, mb!
oh, yes...captivating.
I love this - both the words and the photo are magical.
nicely done. I like the moon out looking. Salting this year's perch catch is almost done.
beautiful! kinda sad feeling i feel when reading it.
Very nice picture.
Have a nice week-end
Bye
Sébastien
the music of rain is one of my favorite topics, and you have worked it beautifully...
MB, I think the lines:
is it true the leaves don't
want to fall?
are so wonderful, such a captivating image, they could also stand on their own.
thanks for a thought that will carry me through weeks of autumn to come.
Still tuckered out (it will take a few days to recoup I'm sure) but am back, and all's fine...including this poem.
That ol' moon.
:-)
(o)
beautiful imagery. I love the personification of the moon.
Thanks, all. Your comments are each appreciated very much.
this photo!! and the river below...perfect!!
I'm glad you enjoyed them, Corey!
I alays think trees look a little sad when the leaves fall off them, kind like my dog after a haircut,just slightly ashamed-gorgeous pic and words
Sue, I guess a new look takes some adjustment!
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