Wishing For a Rainy Afternoon

I viewed the dawn through mist of fading dreams, Aware of silver feet upon the roof. Eaves shivered wet, while raindrops welcomed spring With murmured sounds, and giving me excuse To burrow down and doze, with warming trace Of childhood mornings, which have blown away. I stretch my arms and rise with no regrets, And see a rainbow’s face That arches over hills so far away, From crayons of time, that I will not forget I love the rain that falls upon the grass And look beyond the margins framed inside. I sense renewal come with mute caress, Will find new places where my soul resides. The child in me will dance among the dew, In soggy dress and mud between my toes, Not to be dampened by a state of care… Although the day is blue… My inner child ignores the dark and low, And thinks of rain the gift of something new. Contentment comes from little things I do Old storybooks will dazzle wishes, fed… to make believe that wishes could come true I drink some tea, with snack of jam and bread, And once again, with growing up to do Old scrapbooks found, to leap right through my age Just one more moment as the child relents My childhood bids adeiu Recalling now, how fondness comes with sage But knowing now, how well those days were spent~ ......................................................................................... In Honor of Cyndi's Contest: Comforts of a Rainy Afternoon