Immersed In the Scent of a World Moist With Rain

Immersed In the Scent of a World Moist With Rain

Thoughts Drift Far and Away and Back Again

Soft visions, Rain-Kissed, Tender Memories, Warm Lips

Trans-i-ent Moments of Unity’s Bliss

Softly...softly the rain misted to the sodden ground

soaking into the earth as if it had found

its final resting place...

a loose and lawless blast of wind

swept in

briefly billowing across my face...

rich fragrances wafting in  muted light

moist earth, wet forest

a hint of jasmine-scented delight...

…. in the higher reaches

native trees swayed in graceful lullaby

as soft rain wept from the sky;

vaporous gauze-like morning rain

in wispiest virgin veil

breathing in the cleansing air

I slowly… softly…. exhale….

silence echoes silence

rain whispers through the trees….

a misty moist world

murmurs  peacefully…

a calmness settles ‘bout me

a feeling of dreamlike quietude

so silent is the moment

the air delicate and smooth….

not a soul is stirring….just the muffled morn and I

an unruffled world silenced by

misty moments mellowed by rain

… in the ensuing silence I feel

almost sane….

vaporous gauze-like morning rain

a calmness settles ‘bout me

silence echoes silence

 

just the muffled morn and me….

 

the trees stained

a dark shade of wood-grain

the leaves washed dust-free

rustling

 in a still damp breeze

the land looked refreshed again

after the rain...

 

Mist on the mountain

A sky of grey… I wander wet paths on a rain-blessed day

Newly washed colors in vibrant hues

Forest-glades a much loved view

Raindrops that tremble from leaf and flowers

Silence beckons me into tranquil bowers

Butterflies hover, with elegant grace

Here I Embrace… breathing space

 

rain splatter splashing on wide green leaves

rebellious the roar of tumbling seas

 

the earth wafted, rich and fertile

with the first drops of rain

and slowly, oh so slowly

I began to feel again...

the rain gently misting

hissing

in a soft fine shroud

like a new brides

virginal lace veil...

 the morning  ambiance

seemed somehow

subdued and muted .... sounds muffled and frail...

watercolour hues

patchy sky a denim-washed

blur of blue

I paused beneath

the spreading branches

of an unknown tree

taking shelter from

a sudden shower

sighing with breathless

reverence

for Mother nature’s beauty

and her power...

unexpected pleasure

bursting with

unexpected treasures...

waterfalls that gurgled

and tumbled over stones

winding paths

that meandered on

past flowerbeds

and wetland ponds...

once again

I feel the old urge

my gypsy feet

long to wander

down unknown byways

and un-trampled highway’s…

to feel freedom in the air

anticipating what’s beyond

the new horizon…

A moment to breathe

 a few quiet moments devoid of

chaos and violence

 a moment of pure silence...

a moment uncontaminated 

in the echo of time

a brief moment rejoicing

 in its own sweet rhyme...

...the rain always affected her

so damn acutely...washed away

her facade of pretense...bringing

to the foreground 

of her heart and mind 

feelings and thoughts

stored away in the too hard basket...

...and so she would do the only thing

she knew how to do...

she would write....

the forest looked so vigorous

in the falling rain

fresh and new and vibrant

lifting me up until I felt the same...

a rain induced melancholy peacefulness

if such a feeling exists

filling me with thoughts

...and dreams

too real to resist...

I pause in the shifting shades of morning

 a few birds chatter in eerie echoes 

their call drifting hollowly through the trees

 the muffle of yonder traffic 

 sporadic and muted

snatched up by rain-soaked breeze

 

I ducked my head under
branches that hung low
still dripping
with glistening
diamond points of rain...
looking up into the
dappled bower
of light and shade
I spied small flowers
hidden from the outside world
their petals
creamy and unfurled...

I fancied I had
stepped into a secret
fairy land
a magic fairy ring
festooned
with drooping leaves and
a scented breeze
that gently stirred
my unbound hair
and made my spirit sing;

POETRY & IMAGES SHARONLEE GLOODHAND