when the downpour ends

This writing began in April 2020… were we on lockdown back then? Can’t read ember now…

When the downpour ends, 
In the barren wilderness-like moors, 
The silence swells, fills the void, 
A hushed breath over drenched earth.


Pick up the internal slack, 
Bring about an emotional tension, 
Face the day, the prospects of oncoming ones.  
Emerge, soaked but whole.


Tears, the only external evidence, 
Of having lived a life.  
They fall, carving paths on skin, 
Existence ceases, if only for a moment.

The fresh after-rain, 
Brings a moist clarity, 
Fills in the cracks, 
Mends the broken places.


On the moors, the grass whispers, 
Soft secrets of rebirth.  
Each drop, a promise, 
Each tear, a renewal.


The horizon stretches, endless, 
Hope seeping into the soil.  
From the downpour's end, 
A new beginning, tender, fragile.


In the barren moors, 
Life whispers softly, 
In the language of rain, 
And the silence it leaves behind.

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Once dear friend. I loved the rainy days. Time to seek comfort and quiet.
"In the barren moors,
Life whispers softly,
In the language of rain,
And the silence it leaves behind."
I adored the above lines. Rain, we need. I agree. After a long rain. The green earth come alive and smell different. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[redd Brick Keshner]

It is this resurgence of life in the peaceful atmosphere that invigorates us! Thanks Coyote, my friend. Have a blessed Thanksgiving 🙏🏻

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we bounce back from life when our tears are a renewal of hope rather than just a lament.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Yes we do, j… that we do! We have to… thanks as always, blessed Thanksgiving to you and yours 🙏🏻
Freds