Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Solicitude of Rain

Spring made promises she didn't keep
and summer burned your heart to sullen embers.
You found no consolation in November's
preparations for the time of sleep
but here I am at last, the year's renewer
come to claim my due and give what's owed.
I'll take the chestnuts careless squirrels sowed
beneath the trees that every year grow fewer,
the hedge of headless roses, withered weeds
a garden full of sticks that once were herbs
where now the gardener's careless tread disturbs
a leaf-pile full of worms and centipedes.
And if the living months have caused you pain,
I offer the solicitude of rain.

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10 comments:

Irving said...

Wow! A remarkable poem on so may levels, rhyme, naunce, beauty. Almost out of a bygone century it seems, one of works of the romance poets :) I love it :)

Ya Haqq!

Cynthia said...

Such a soulful and fulfilling poem,
I'm blessed to have read this.
Thank you.

Linda Jacobs said...

Another professional-quality poem! Smooth rhymes.

tumblewords said...

This is wonderful - It's NW winter by poem!!

Pauline said...

mostly your poems make my soul sigh

Devil Mood said...

I really, really loved this! The voice of Winter is a powerful one.

sister AE said...

I like your referring to winter as "the year's renewer"

Mary said...

Beautifully written.

artpredator said...

this is a moving and beautiful sonnet

Hajar said...

Blog hopped my way here.

After reading a number of your entries, I find your poetry pieces as remarkably amazing. :)