Washed Clean

How can I sleep
when the stars awake
and wind roars off the sea,
the valley filled
with the sounds
of fir trees quaking,
creeks running high,
ocean layering the land
with sheet after sheet
in a long dark night
rain washed and alive.




Washed Clean


7 Responses to “Washed Clean”

  1. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    This poem powerfully conveys the motion of the physical elements described in the words. I love the internal movement that i feel when I read the words. Thanks Don

  2. Stan Grindstaff says:

    Magical momentum, Don, like my own breathing & the subtle sound of blood coursing through my veins…

  3. Bill Dare says:

    Whenever the Mother calls, we answer. Thanks Don. Puts me in mind of the many wide awake nights I’ve shared with the Full Moon… La Luna, as I call Her.

  4. Did you run out of question marks? 😇
    Very Rumi-esque, and I mean that in a wonderful way.
    Thanks for this!

  5. david banner says:

    Don…here we are in Costa Rica with rain drenching us with sheet after sheet and the wind howling….synchronicity?

  6. thomas mcdermott says:

    Thanks for trying to turn the relentless pounding of the rain into poetic beauty!

  7. dennis lopez says:

    We are sleeping down here under umbrellas Don!

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