Without Word of Rain

Zemde

Lamplight through pinholes
painting perfect pictures presently
along the warm cedar planks.
Shimmering sap shining silently
bringing it to life.
The shingle roof
tacked together by tiny tin
nails that sing under the faithful drumming of
melancholy clouds.
Wandering wordlessly in windy wooshes
that play the leaves of the trees in woodwind concert.

Tea and a good book are the only two missing ingredients.

  • Author: Zemde (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 15th, 2021 22:41
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    in the old days, we could run into red telephone booth's in the UK, to hide from the elements..
    inside, maybe you're not alone
    and maybe you've got some music to add
    to the the physical intimacy of the moment and one half of an earphone, to share with your significant other
    and maybe, while its minus temperatures outside, its sizzling hot inside
    and your very breadth, exudes a heady fog of magnetic delight..
    or maybe, that's all an imagined scene, but
    still, it was a nice realm to visit even for a mirage, of fleeting Time...
    (thanks for sharing, such a moody romantic depiction of the season, inspired me to reply a feeble scribble of my own)

  • rebmasters

    Stunning - I admire the allure of your alliteration x



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