After The RainA Poem by Chris ShawAttempting a sonnet after being totally inspired by Linda Marie Van Tassell's wonderful work. Deeply Abiding Way. They aren't easy to do, and I'm not sure this one is there yet.
September rain cascades throughout the night,
its sorrow lingers unprepared to pass. I feel the sadness more with morning light as droplets build to trickle down clear glass. My silver birch weeps out in sympathy, each trembling leaf is showered well with wet. An avalanche of perfect misery, to wallow in while waiting, though don't fret. Ash clouds once swirling in their shades of grey, have taken off their coats of mackintosh. A cheery sun peeps through to say good day, to kiss each blade of grass or tufted moss. My world a diadem of nature's gems, ablaze in chandeliers and crystal hems. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on September 27, 2019Last Updated on September 27, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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