After a night of rain
with clouds so dense
the moon barely shown,
a gray morning
of dim light and showers.
Evergreens stretch their limbs,
birds circle in the mist, and quietly
the plum tree flowers.
photography by Louis MacKenzie
After a Night of Rain
photography by Louis MacKenzie
And, despite appearances, perhaps, here we all are quietly living your beautiful metaphor of universal spring.
Thank you, Don. Love your word magic!
Lovely Don. Tender and soft, and the air is heavy with moisture. With you, today I am the budding plum tree.
Yes, Don, we are waking up ….collectively,I trust!
Beautiful Don. What is unsaid is as evocative as what is said—the ascension cycle is unstoppable!
Don, in addition to the poem today, I appreciate the reminders of The Irish Girl, a good prompt to dip into that fine feast of Don Hynes creativity. Thanks.