Forest Rain

Posted: October 11, 2014 in Poetry
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Forest Rain

Heavy grey clouds pull
    curtains of rain across the sky,
    tangling them in forest trees;
    too late for most in the death march
        of the crisp, brown ferns,
    skies’ tears for the departed.

Mushroom spores glory in the glut of moisture,
tiny frogs break out in song,
orange slugs lie fatly quiescent.

Multi-colored carpet of leaves lies cold and sodden,
    muffling all sounds
    save the constant drip of raindrops 
    and the parachuting acorns.


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Comments
  1. Suzanne says:

    lovely – your words really convey a sense of the soft green abundance and beauty of the forest.

  2. Your poetry is superb – those frst 3 lines that start it are just shockingly good.

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