Speak in Rain
Soft shall be the calling of flowering trees that speak in rain
So it is now as I watch by the side of the way
Listening to the softest drops attain
A hush of silence as they fade
These flowers alone carry a mysterious splendor
Passing surprise into what I know
Pouring their calling out to hearts in wonder
Breathing new life as they go
In my heart of hearts, I hold a love to hear this call
Softly speaking with truth so sweet
Pouring out, as each drop falls
From flowering trees
In crystal sheets
Soft shall be my reply to flowering trees that speak in rain
As I brush my cheek against their splendor
I will always want their drops of calling to remain
As I watch by the side of the way
In silent wonder
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
11 comments:
Just beautiful..!
Thank you SmArtee
Flowers in winter, durable, embellishing and enlivening the soul,fascinating poem.
Thank you Juan :)
This poem is as sweet as small fine rain. J'adore Neva ~~
Thank you Ensemble ((hugs))
wow i love it. it is so beautiful and peaceful. thanks for sharing. LL
Thank you LL :))
Such a quiet, soft poem. Love it!
Thank you BB :)
great lines - love this one:
"As I brush my cheek against their splendor"
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