Gregory Stanford Poet Rhyme

Before the Rain

The swallows fly too low
The rain is soon to fall
This time, when time goes slow
I’m waiting for your call
And I can wait as long
As my days will come and go
And I don’t think it’s wrong
Though maybe I don’t know
Which fairytale to read
What character to choose
I’m blooming from a seed
You watered with your hose
Don’t take me as a weed
Don’t plough me out of here
Look at the bumblebees I feed
I hope you like them, dear…

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Daniel Henry Rodgers May 19, 2025 at 9:16 AM Hello Gregory, O' so tender and quietly hopeful, like the quietness before a summer rain. I love the gentle longing in your words and the waiting, the blooming, the wish to be seen and cherished. The imagery of swallows, seeds, and bumblebees is so heartfelt. Spring Blessings, My Friend, Daniel Gregory Stanford May 21, 2025 at 2:36 AM Thank you so much, Daniel! Spring blessings to you, my friend!