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.
Charlotte B. Williams
4aI 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.
Barb Clarke
4aThanks Charlotte for stopping by, yes I know out west they are praying for rain!