Endowment
Showers cross the land so quickly in spring;
grateful tulips and daffodils yawn and open their lips
as nature’s beauty begins to sing.
I open my umbrella for these rainy-day trips
and from its sides the downpour drips.
The patter seemed harsh as tiny lilies bowed,
but the grass is finally turning green.
Fertile fields remain to be plowed;
boughs droop in the glistening rain’s sheen.
It happens every spring – by rain the Earth’s endowed.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment