Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Speak in Rain - Nov. 23, 2010


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:

smArtee said...

Just beautiful..!

Neva Flores said...

Thank you SmArtee

Juan said...

Flowers in winter, durable, embellishing and enlivening the soul,fascinating poem.

Neva Flores said...

Thank you Juan :)

ensemble5 said...

This poem is as sweet as small fine rain. J'adore Neva ~~

Neva Flores said...

Thank you Ensemble ((hugs))

lorilynn said...

wow i love it. it is so beautiful and peaceful. thanks for sharing. LL

Neva Flores said...

Thank you LL :))

BBB said...

Such a quiet, soft poem. Love it!

Neva Flores said...

Thank you BB :)

revivor said...

great lines - love this one:
"As I brush my cheek against their splendor"