Barb Clarke

Cup Of Contentment

The misty, night rain,
Soaking bare trees,
Bringing nourishment.
I stand at the window,
A steady beat echoes
Against the pane,
Solemn loneliness
Whistles in the wind,
All yearning brings...
Unrest.
Yellow moon rising,
Spilling, over the horizon,
Fill my cup with
Contentment.

(2014)

I needed to stop by, and read something by Barb today; Enjoyed standing at that window with you. I enjoyed the feeling of contentment, even though it was raining. The Earth longs for rain, and it’s glad when it comes.

Thanks Charlotte for stopping by, yes I know out west they are praying for rain!

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