April showers bring May flowers
so they say.
From thunderstorms, great gaudy spikes
of penstemon and lupine.
Scarlet roses from the dews of passion
and steady rains bring out the faithful violet.
Dry weather blooms into dusty lavender.
Rosemary grows out of the tears
that I shed in remembrance of the Beloved.
April's rainfall is recorded in the fields of May,
weather almanac of the heart, each page indited
by God in green ink blooming a thousand hues.
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
God's Almanac
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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3 comments:
Exquisitely written.
Happy MM! I'm always amazed by creative people that can create poetry or prose on demand. Well done...
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peace, Villager
Beautiful ... all the cycles of the earth that create and destroy in order to create once more.
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