I am alone on my porch, in the rain.
Nightfall is closing in.
Now, the island is lonely, too quiet.
The world is muffled, ready for sleep.
The rain falls on the porch roof.
Two mourning doves twitter as
They go from tree to tree,
From branch to branch.
Now they coo and call
To their mate.
The water shimmers
As sheets of rain
Disturb its surface.
A small yellow warbler alights
On a branch before me,
Ready to add its cheerful song to the mix.
Rain now falls from the roof
The staccato of the heavy
Drops on the hard ground below
Like timpani on kettle drums.
A lone boat courses across the water,
Eager for home.
The boat leaves but a wake, lost on the rocks.
Mist obscures the shoreline.
Loons steer by me.
I am still, writing these lines;
But I am anxious.
How I long for the sun, its light,
For the warmth to join me again
In my rustic cabin in the lake.
----------------
edited December 28, 2015
Alone in the Rain – revised – v2
posted February 13, 2004
written August 13, 2000 1:53am
Alone in the Rain – revised
Written 6/18/2000
Alone in the Rain
same day as “Dew
in the Morning”
and
“Ten Feet Overhead”
All of my
poems and photographs are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002,
2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015.
All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for
usage. See all 40,460+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
No comments:
Post a Comment