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I like to watch the misty silk screen of gentle rain fall Stretching into silver ribbons inside my "Air Garden"  of woods and streams.Tiny drops making see-through pools in shallow places Where I stand and gaze back at the sky. Across the meadow, not too far away; it fills distant sidewalks and splashes on walls sketching images of things never seen in other places. Where roof-top drains overflow-- listen! The little drops sound so big like the stampede of frightened people across a deserted city. I'm even afraid sometimes.But when I walk again, beneath the fading clouds of gentle mist; I hear the rapture of the trees, the secrets of the rainbow. As I wander through my "Air Garden" of woods and streams-- I listen, it's the voice of hope calling! © 1997 - Gloria Jean Editor's Choice Award--National Library of Poetry and Audio (Sounds Of Poetry) |
