another time

March 31, 2010

haiku bones: 2 o’clock

remote wonderings
a private view
silent solitude

rain falls softly
unhurried
in sweet song

a light sprinkling
damp rainbow mist
descending drip shadows

near to noon
maybe midnight
possibly past
hush the secret chatter
the sky stirs

thunder rumbles
lightning cracks
rhytmic patterns
expressing their
point of view

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4 Comments

Stan Ski permalink

am or pm, the weather carries on regardless.
mia permalink

very soothing…reads like a lullaby…your choice of
words gives a wonderful visual of rain.
sandy permalink

Soothing is the perfect word to describe your poem. Very lovely.
magicalmysticalteacher permalink

The reader can certainly feel the serenity of this poem.

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