Sated
June 21st, 2011 § 4 Comments
the night sighs past my curtains.
a fluttering breath.
the rain makes love to gentle darkness.
sighs are all that are left.
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June 21st, 2011 § 4 Comments
the night sighs past my curtains.
a fluttering breath.
the rain makes love to gentle darkness.
sighs are all that are left.
That’s beautiful! I feel right there.
It rained here Sunday night. I stood by the door listening, and after awhile I got absorbed in the sounds. Rain on the roof, the sidewalk, the leaves. The rushing sound of it in the air. The heavy drops from the leaves.
Paul, rain – it’s sound, smell, and sight evoke so much. I’m glad you enjoy it. I know there’s never been a moment of it that I haven’t!
beautiful portrayal of a simple magnificence
Thank you, enreal!