April 14, 2017 by phicks2012
Apparently some of you do enjoy my poetry, so until my followers rise up in mass and protest they are going to keep seeing verses dished out regularly on my BLOG — and in my SCA newsletters, if my readers aren’t careful! LOL!
The poem below was written after I spent a morning relaxing in my comfy chair listening to rain fall. Hopefully, some will enjoy it.
Tears of Morning
Hear them falling, tears of morning,
Down upon green-grass meadows,
Where the blossoms lie a-borning
And the trees cast thirsty shadows.
Where the nodding boughs a-tremble
Downward bend and weeping hover,
And the misted ghosts assemble
There to veil a virgin lover.
Hear the whisper and the thunder
As the sobbing skies awaken.
Tears of grief or tears of wonder
Fall, and darkened skies are shaken.
Soft, the tears in torrents falling;
Wash the world and ease its longing
Where the lilting larks are calling
And the bees are born belonging.
Hear the sound of windswept laughter
As the streams are deeply drinking,
And the ripples follow after,
Dancing, endless, and unthinking.
Rain-sweet breath the skies exhaling,
Freshens all, the land enthralling.
Hear the new-quenched world inhaling.
Tears of morning, see them falling.
[11 March, 2017]