Suddenly, softly the eager breeze scatters
Her deluge in a chorus of pitter-patters
Its music resembling distant applause
As it spills on the tempered gardens and lawns
We’ve waited so long to hear this refrain
This is the song of the first spring rain
Smothered pastures grasp for each drop
Hoping at last frigid gales may stop
Here in the harbinger of warmer dreams
Her laughter pours into burgeoning streams
Taunting, beckoning us to dance once again
To the rippling ballad of the first spring rain
Robins appear and sleepy buds waken
I’m sorry my dear, but I’m already taken
I’ve chosen to dance in the arms of the wind
In his blue-eyed glance I shall twirl and spin
For my anticipation has not been in vain
Oh the elation of the first spring rain
Janet
A Girl can dream....can't she? ;)
this is a wonderful poem and beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteand the image is perfect. Is it your own?
many great lines in here yet this spoke out to me
'robins appear and sleepy buds waken
I'm sorry my dear, but I'm already taken
I've chosen to dance in the arms of the wind'
I read it like a sweet rejection. rather happy like.
thank you
and thank you for your comments on my poems
hope to read more from you