Rain Around Nature's Mystery (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Rain Around Nature's Mystery
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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. SKR

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

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2003

Beautiful poetry, Susan.
~E

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 May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Great imagery!....so enchanting a place, it's where I want to be too.

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

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.

ty
tony

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

Superb imagery

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Susan,
Your imagery is outstanding.
Peace Peg

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

Reviewed on March 21, 2003

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