Rain and Reasons
Stone black is the park at will
But cool is the night
That gleams across a lone hill
Oak decked in white
With moistened twigs nearly bare
Clinging the pond
Windblown by misty air
Tells me I am bound
For one early morning rain
Languid in repose
Pounding on an incised pain
Bench without a rose
This heart trickles as it sits
A throb that heaves
For drenched flower that wilts
Upon dark moon’s eaves
Oh the park knows my longing
Tasting all seasons
That drape souvenirs’ mourning
In rain and reasons
.....
*inspired by the title of Lightfoot's song,
"Early Morning Rain"
by nette onclaud
Francine Roberts’ Write Me a Lightfoot Poem
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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