Poet's blog: "Poetry"

A soft rain

A soft rain,

On a warm morning,

During a walk

On the beaches

Of my mind,

Is an invitation

To refine those

Memories

That have faded since

Childhood.

Is it the falling of the

Drops through the leaves

That we hear?  or

Is that the movement of

Peals of water rolling over the

Once dry creek bed?

I have thrown aside

My umbrella…

A quiet that is only

Broken by the swish

Of car tires as they

Breathlessly swirl by,

Rain flattens my

Hair, running rivulets

Of nature’s tears over

My unshaven face.

My dogs prance the

Prance with what we foolishly

Call a smile on  their faces.

That is obviously just

Contentment!

The rain is irrelevant

To them, silly!

Yet not to me

As I recapture

The joy of catching

Droplets on a tongue

Stuck out in

Defiance of growing old,

I care not,

I am wearing flip flops,

I walk the sand of beaches

Long washed away

My t-shirt sticks

To my chest.

Poet