Barbara Gorelick Poet Couplet

First Rain

A watchful kind of morning this
The sky a billowing pinkish bliss
In stark relief scattered oaks stand
As sentinels for the waking land

Soon the pink has faded away
To white pillowing clouds at play
The wind has started to gently blow
Stirring where the golden grasses grow

Time my child to wend our way
Homeward where our hearts do stay
I think the afternoon brings rain
Our winter song's first refrain...

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Rick Rucker November 17, 2010 at 12:48 PM What wonderful imagery1 I can almost smell the first tendrils of rain coursing down from the puffy clouds, pregnant with liquid cleansing.

Sylvia Coulstock November 6, 2010 at 8:34 AM Absolutely wonderful Barbara.I love the rhythm and the images.The simple theme written in a soft, gentle yet striking way.It is soothing and uplifting.Thank you so much for giving me such a lovely feeling inside.Isn't there a contest to do with winter?If so please enter it. Love June(S)

Charles Henderson November 5, 2010 at 10:40 PM So visual. Very good write. Rain is always a blessing. Charles

Cecil Hickman November 5, 2010 at 9:08 PM Rain I love the rain especially in the spring or fall the freshness and clean smell and it calms me as well,, even though I say if i was any calmer I would be dead,,anyway all the best to you in all your future writing and i truly want to Thank You for all the visits and all the words that you have left behind,,Blessings..Cecil

T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet November 5, 2010 at 12:54 PM A terrific read Barbara thanks for the kind comment.Teresa

Nette Onclaud November 5, 2010 at 1:11 AM It' s drizzling here and this mellow, lyrical write surely makes up for the same gentle tapping of your soarkling piece, barbara.. warmest, nette

Jancarl Campi November 4, 2010 at 10:20 PM Ahh! I love the rain; especially the winter's rain. It is something about the cold. I like the idea of the rain here. A delightful read. Jancarl

Nette Onclaud November 4, 2010 at 6:05 PM alluring write that holds the attention of the reader... i flow with the singing rhymes, barbara! warmest, nette

Carrie Richards November 4, 2010 at 6:00 PM Oh,....love the way that last line sums up the whole lovely poem! Well done!!! :)

Sara Kendrick November 4, 2010 at 5:18 PM I think that we had the last line here today..Suppose to freeze tonight..I am glad that I chose this one to read this eve..Enjoyed..Sara