Poetry: Gentle Rain


Gentle Rain


By Joanie Harrison


An early morning rain
Consoles my feet
To be still;
Whispers mysteries
Of delta dreams
Distracts discipline
Acquiesce to pleasure.

The soft gray morning
Accents the lush green
Draped beyond
The window frame,
And amplifies
Her orchestra of
Whistles, chirps and exaltations.

I have learned to allow this pleasure
I have learned to enjoy these peaceful hours alone.
The history of despondence
Has dissolved
The consensus of rejection
The comfort of retreat.

Joanie Harrison 6-11-12

Sandi Tomlin-Sutker
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