Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Splashes of Poetry

 ...rain is poem-ink!

The earth wears little mirrors scattered on the street and lane
And on the surface of the lake spill spangles made of rain
The artwork on a morning made of rivulets that wend
Down window pane and leaf is like a poem almost penned

The plush hush ‘neath a brush dripping with welkin whisper-sheen
Turns meadow lands from barren strands to bands of knee-deep green
Each flower, like a chalice cups a sip of silver tea
Poured from a lofty palace for the butterfly and bee

I think the ink of rain-drop pink and forget-me-not hue
Makes poets of us all for a perfect moment or two
Its delicate dimensions mount impeccable detail
A poem poured from heaven’s fount in pretty petal-braille

…like umbrellas for fellas that we read about in books
The wood-nymph, elf in fairylands of fern and mossy nooks
As teeniest of tap-dancers in tutus made of glass
Bobble on purple pansy-plume or ballroom-blade of grass

Ah, listen as the pitter-patter cadence ebbs and flows
A tempo from the heavens that only God can compose
Then bow before the author of May morning majesty
He waters fields and gardens with splashes of poetry

© Janet Martin

 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; 
the world, and they that dwell therein.
(click reference link to read the rest of this sacred psalm)

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