Chatter

The gray clouds are saturated
 A steady downpour falls
Moisture to mature spring flowers
Cleanse the air and all

Droplets steadily pour from leaves
Every portion washed cleaned
The pecan tassels wait to open
Their nectar insects will glean

Fog fills the creek's deep holllow
Penetrates every crack
Its moisture chills the old body
The emotions it racks

Tree frogs enjoy the wet cool morn
Chrip and click with their glee
Their constant chatter fills my being
Almost entices one to flee

liferhyme

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Monterey Sirak

April 24, 2015 at 4:44 PM

Beautiful! Great images! I love listening to frogs, and crickets and birds.

M. L. Kiser

April 16, 2015 at 9:13 AM

At least you have frogs...where I live, lawn chemicals have killed off all of the frogs and turtles. An excellent poem that made me wish the frogs and turtles, of my youth, were back.

Jaycee Cervenka

April 15, 2015 at 4:23 PM

Great Imagery Sara! I love the detail in this little rainy day write. The pecan tassels...see them everywhere and the driveway is green. The frogs have also been singing their merry tune at home, but they are noisy.~jan #7

Nette Onclaud

April 15, 2015 at 1:43 PM

such attention to details makes this beautiful work so descriptive and alive, sara.. huggs

Constance La France

April 15, 2015 at 1:42 PM

Sara, this is a beautiful write, full of wondrous lines, and thanks for visiting my poem, insanity

Carolyn Devonshire

April 15, 2015 at 1:25 PM

Dear Sara, this is a striking description of a rainy day, filled with many delightful images. You always write from your heart and it has never been more obvious to me than in this poem. Bless you for sharing your beautiful words with us. Love, Carolyn