RAIN
Along the branches, where the dormant buds offer promises
of spring to come, the cascading raindrops hang like jewels on a chain
reflecting the cobalt patches of a sanguine sky. A blackbird
shakes its wings and droplets fly like sparklets, arcing and gently
falling into the moving waters below. In the village the pattering of raindrops
play pianissimo on the window panes of the empty houses.
River banks broken
Winter floods across the land;
Homeless villagers.
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A bucolic poem about a not very bucolic landscape at that moment. Very evocative.
Thanks, Dave
Thanks Dave - feeling a tad bucolic myself at the moment - too much pastry.
So much rain lately. The countryside around where I live is waterlogged, as I'm sure it is are elsewhere. A poetic and descriptive write, Michael.
Too much reclamation of flood plains leaving the rain with no option but to spill over where it's not wanted - at least that's the case round here.
Thanks Robert.
Two quite lovely pictures from you today M.E.
Cheers dusk.
A fine write and pic M.
Does Miss B ever have rain?
No but her horse does.
Sp clearly described I was there and watching those drops of cascading rain - a meaningful posting of the disaster wintery floods can wreak
Yes always a tad scary in the lower half of our village Thank you Fay.
Loved the poem and the watercolor,
which contains some irony.
Make a wrong choice nature will be a
ruthless critic.
You play with nature at your own peril - thanks Jerry.
You are really getting the hang of that haibun format, Michael. Well done.
Yes I do like the form - cheers Fred.
... this is rapidly becoming one of my most favourite poetic forms ... superbly executed Michael ...
And mine and it's all thanks to Jerry who introduced it here on MPS. Cheers Neville.
What a wonderful poem Michael.
The artwork is great as well.
Andy
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