Rain Around Nature's Mystery
by Susan K. de Vegter
Friday, March 21, 2003
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Just me...painting words of a beautiful evening. I just can't help myself sometimes. I see and feel things some people bypass in haste.
In My Garden
There's nothing like a lime green drive...
after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown, ruffling feathers of a white plumed crane
Songs are in the gardens... around the lagoon,
frogs croak a melody and bloated toads croon
Crickets pleading night with the moistness bright from the rays of a waning moon
Rotors buzz, from a thing that was...
as it hovered then flew ahead
Silver winged light... a bug so bright that the darkness cracked and wakened instead
All around the emeralds, the lemon-limes... a blue tint of indigo
Heavy-weighted Spanish moss... curls all damp ... tresses of an aged widow
Dripping sips from a washing storm
bleach decks of clinging sands
Festival of fluttered things...
clapping filmy, tiny wings ...
marching in wee-formed bands
Some would call them fairies with their lanterns' glow... I did when I was a girl
With loping lights of fairy dust...
as lanterned candles dribbled dust...
bathing each shadow with pearls
Symphonies of fluttered bugs, blinking lights of fire
Greens in hues... magnanimous...
phosphorous winged fires
Oaks that arch in huge arrays,
this regal door to nature
Brought to life after a rain...
foliage and thirsty creatures
Buzzes hop and drink each drop...
flowers aglow with dew
Mid-summers rain and fuzzy nights...
mornings when I wish for you
Just look at this...the yellow of daisies, much prettier for their drink
Closer still at the tiny flutters...
in lavenders, blues and pinks
Right by your ear they hover still...
moving their buzz in flight
Turning the heads of those that squint
from wetness in the pale moonlight
Miracles happen when we are aware
that nature is singing to us
Fandangle mosses, the weave and
dodge of lightning with fairy dust
Rains dipped in honey and lizards' red throat held up waiting each bead
Days and evenings after a storm
when nature is douched with need.
© 2003 Susan K. Rowse
Field and Forest.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Beautiful poetry, Susan.
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Susan this is so visual...being an artist I truly loved reading this..you painted a beautiful scene..floria|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|enchanting imagery... beautiful poem...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|you made me feel as if I were in your garden too...i just love this|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Great imagery!....so enchanting a place, it's where I want to be too.
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Good Morning, Susan
I do not know much about flowers. But you made me feel as if I were in your garden too. A Great Write by you again.
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Susan, come design my garden, your's sounds like a place I would truely love to see. Such imagery and sound that I could actually hear in my mind. Lovely write, but that's nothing new.|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Your imagery is outstanding.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|"There's nothing like a lime green drive...
after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown, ruffling feathers of a white plumed crane"
Susan...This is indeed a wonderful write...I can feel ure write here...lovely imagery and splendid verses....my side of the world is fine...hope that your side is perfect too...love n luck...BHUWAN
|Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
|Susan, this is splendid and so enchanting. The imagery is so beautiful. I imagine myself in this place often.BTW lime green one of my favorite colors, love the fruit too|