Tuesday, January 19, 2010

hear the rain


The audible rain
landed glancing blows
on all it struck.
Blurring vision
of an odd mix of
naked branches,
bowed fir
and skies
painted in hues
of gray,
blue,
pink and white.
Dusk called the clouds home.
They hurriedly dropped
their heavy wet burden
to hasten their trip
lest darkness overtake them
leaving only
echos of heavenly tears
on a black pallet.

11 comments:

C.M. Jackson said...

"Dusk called the clouds home" kudos..I read this in silence--love the monkey music but I had to pause the playlist to enjoy the words--great post-c

justsomethoughts... said...

beautiful words
beautiful imagery
love the line cm jackson referenced

and elvis scared the crap out of me
for real

the walking man said...

i am reading this metaphorically and have to say that the image of speaking without listening comes through pretty clear. Good one MM.

Brian Miller said...

loved all the imagery in this one...echoes of heavenly tears...

Tabor said...

Nice image in both words and photo.

Deb said...

On days like these, my creative juices flow more. I see yours have too. :) This was an excellent piece! Loved it!

Mama Zen said...

This is beautiful!

The Peach Tart said...

very very nice imagery.

Felicitas said...

This is sooo beautiful, MM! LOVE it!!!

Matty said...

With all the rain across the nation, this is appropriate.

Shadow said...

we've had quite a few of these in the past couple of weeks. you've described it perfectly and beautifully...