
early morning rain
this gentle song sung to me
under the street light
poetry, prose, and photography

early morning rain
this gentle song sung to me
under the street light
another day
the halo proven
an illusion

after the rain
a single blossom
sunlight returns
dawn drifts through the trees
gently rousing the songbirds
early morning dew

gentle spots of white
upon the yellow petals
moving in the breeze
sitting with my tea
where I am quite dry and warm
amidst the rainfall

walking through the woods
sunlight's joy reaching downwards
recharging my soul

garden's delights
feasting upon sunlight
and spring rains