Ah, so it rains on this May day. What more can I say. I’ll give you a poem if you have time…

The May Mornings

May mornings wear
light cashmere shawls of quietness,
brush back waterfalls of
burnished silk from
clear and round brows.
When we see them approaching
over lawns, trailing
dewdark shadows and footprints,
we remember, ah,
yes, the May mornings,
how could we have forgotten,
what solace it would have been
to think of them,
what solace
it would be in the bitter violence
of fire then ice again we
apprehend – but
it seems the May mornings
are a presence known
only as they pass
lightstepped, seriously smiling, bearing
each leaflined basket
of wakening flowers.

Poem: The May Mornings (1982) by Denise Levertov
Painting above: Rain 2 by Zeldis
Photography: by The Wit Continuum

2 Responses to “Rain”

  1. Lisa Chapman Says:

    Like both the pic and poem – it’s been raining a lot here too, so I can certainly appreciate it.



  2. Sarcastic Bastard Says:

    It’s raining here in Buttfuck, Ohio, too. Nice post.

    Love you tons!


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