just after rain
when the water lies hesitant and pure
on the roads and footpaths
and a few cars still have their lights on
just after rain
when the frontyard trees sweat the last drops
from their chlorophyll brows
and the air is promise-crammed and light
and there are apparently more towers
in the distant city-centre than before
just after rain
when the pets emerge from under houses
and overlong browsers from within shops...
just after rain
we breathe in deeply and effortlessly
we enjoy watching where we put our feet
as we jaunt home
just after rain
there is no other time that is not
just after rain
when the water lies hesitant and pure
on the roads and footpaths
and a few cars still have their lights on
just after rain
when the frontyard trees sweat the last drops
from their chlorophyll brows
and the air is promise-crammed and light
and there are apparently more towers
in the distant city-centre than before
just after rain
when the pets emerge from under houses
and overlong browsers from within shops...
just after rain
we breathe in deeply and effortlessly
we enjoy watching where we put our feet
as we jaunt home
just after rain
there is no other time that is not
just after rain
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Alphabe Thursdays |
Freda, what a wonderful "J"!!
ReplyDeleteHad not heard of this poet before but I love the imagery and the choice of scenes...thanks♪
ReplyDeleteYou picked a great poem for "J", Freda. Rain is so calming and relaxing for me; this poem captured that feeling.
ReplyDeleteFreda I love this poem - I was hooked at the water lying hesitant and pure... my crazy poodle loves to drink from puddles often in favour of his nice fresh water in his bowl, I can stop think yuck and start thinking hesitant and pure! Have a great hols.
ReplyDeleteWren x
Oh. This is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous.
We rarely have rain here and it rarely comes in this fashion.
But, oh, these words make me miss it so much.
This is my favorite line: when the water lies hesitant and pure
Just incredibly lovely.
Thank you for linking it.
A+