The soft, gentle rain
strokes the shimmering leaves
with a lover's caress.
They squirm with pleasure
swaying contentedly
and issuing soft sighs
to feathered residents
sheltering in the boughs.
Glowing leaves fall,
a golden confetti shower
celebrating the marriage
of earth and foliage
whose expected offspring,
newborn spring growth,
will awaken to the touch
of soft, gentle rain.
I LOVE THIS POEM
It always amazes me when I read your work about nature. Your descriptions are crystal clear with your love for our environment while giving it life beyond the norm. I love every part of this poem from the images to personification to emotions to line breaks to format to the subject matter to your unique flare. I hope you never stop writing.