Poetry: Gentle Rain

 

Gentle Rain

 

By Joanie Harrison

 

An early morning rain
Consoles my feet
To be still;
Whispers mysteries
Of delta dreams
and
Distracts discipline
to
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
Replacing
The consensus of rejection
With
The comfort of retreat.

Joanie Harrison 6-11-12

Sandi Tomlin-Sutker
Written by Sandi Tomlin-Sutker