Thursday, August 25, 2011
Deluge --- Mary Westcott
The gnarled branches dead
against the rain-sotted trees
not expanding to protect
but leaden with unceasing rain,
hiding their beauty from the blurred
vision of passersby splashing
in giant running puddles coursing
through a campus not sunny
in its drizzly dampness, full
of leaden leaves like glistening
green plates, moving in a symphony
from random drops of rain, twinkling
hopeful rain-lights against the vast-green
wetness, telling me to start a
conversation.
Mary L. Westcott
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Well done, this Conversation does not need dialogue, it only, needs a receiver.
ReplyDeleteAll conversations are unfinished and continues with the next receiver.
Beautiful imagery building to a clever beginning -- 'telling me to start a conservation'
ReplyDeleteI really like your connection to nature. I feel that also but have not written about it.