Friday, March 25, 2011


Rain: beryl, delicate, in grace
Drops and falls from ashen skies
Cleansing Earth's floor of impurities
That we may start anew

The rain gives way to a violet sky,
Flecked with the powdery clouds that had once seemed so sinister.
Now lovely.
Bringing Promises of origin
Bringing Promises of beginning
Bringing Promises...

Eventually, the citrus sun peaks
Laughter abounds- carried on the warm breezes
The sounds of splashing...
The swinging, the sandcastles

Amber warmth penetrates cool winds;
Copper and crimson leaves crunch underfoot.
Warm apple pie is served to rosy-cheeked guests
And the orange spheres that decorate front porches mimic the glow of the sun
As it moves toward the distant horizon

Nature's crochet work decorates branches.
The chirping has ceased, and all is quiet
It is a time for reflection.

Finally, the silvery orb gravitates
Nearly out of sight



  1. What a beautiful transition :)

  2. Thanks guys- I know that reading a poem can, at times, make one feel like they are sitting in a middle-school classroom, being told to consider the words printed in a textbook by an English teacher, so I really appreciate the compliments!

  3. Might I suggest this link. Goes very well with this beautiful work.

  4. Beautiful! I love this :) I am really glad you linked up to the Storytellers Blog Hop!! Hope you found some great new reads and you are having a good weekend. All the best!

  5. Awww this is beautiful!! Thanks so much for sharing:) Found you thru texa's blog hop & am your newest follower!! Hope you are enjoying your Sunday!

  6. Very pretty.


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