Drops of pressure
tip bended leaves
a turn of
rainfall massaging
the curls of nature
walking in the shadows
of raindrops I hear oxygen
breathing from the trees
bugs lick the stones
in the hum
of this sweet damp air
straws of pink light
press the clouds
and at the smell
of silence
lays in the grass.
I love this poem of nature in the rain! Lovely expressive lines!
ReplyDeleteChanneling Mary Oliver or Rilke - I see, smell, taste, hear the rain through your poem.
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