Saturday, June 23, 2012

Walking with Rain

When rain gets tired of walking,
she lies in pools where she's fallen,

she soaks her limbs, luxuriates
in the warmth of her own making,

and then she lets earth take her
in the fullness of the moment.

Her coming and going retains
the mystery of the ages, she cannot

be coaxed with sweet-talk or roses.
She may appear as femme fatale

or Mother Earth, depending
on her whims and purposes.


  1. I love this take on her, as she enjoys her own moist, sensual nature.

    My response is here: