sighing on the roof
muted, almost silent
apologizing for having awakened me
lulling me back to sleep
its cadence the sway of a mother’s rocking
Soothing sounds I welcome into my soul
the greeting of an old friend
beautiful patterings on the shingles
the aged beauty of a wrinkled grandmother
Slow drops quieting my mind, my heart
Nature’s whisper
I am cleansing you
I am cleansing you
Oh, man. I’m glad I read this right now. I’m feeling a little frazzled and stressed. It’s very soothing. I remember this one week a couple months ago when it was raining buckets everyday and I would wake up in the middle of the night and just lay there listening to it while I fell back asleep.
Wow. That is all I can say. What I talent! I remember you reading this at Hillbilly hotdogs, did you do any revision or did this fly right off your pen?
This is lovely, Jennifer!
Here I go again taking possession of your poem, Jennifer!!
I would love for you to repeat “I am cleansing you” twice at the end instead of your last line. Maybe even put the couplet in italics! This poem is ready to be sent off to a journal so others may read and enjoy it.
What if you titled it “The Soft Rain” and then begin your first stanza with what I call a wrap-a-round stanza–one that actually evolves from the title.
The Soft Rain
sighing on the roof
muted, almost silent
WOW! Laura how do you do that?! Could you possibly take possession of all my writing? THANK YOU!