Whispers At Dawn

gentle rain falls on a mackintosh day

drips sedately, rolls then disappears

drizzle on glazed glass, cleanses

half heartedly plays with a pane

takes a journey in quiet thought

each raindrop caught like a stitch

knitted, soft white wool, fingers

caress rows of purl, plain, purl, plain

high neck sweater taking shape

on long patient alloy needles

a measure of love for one who

died young, passed prematurely

breathe in.....breathe in deep .....

count to ten....and then again ........

memories from the vaults of wish

wish you were here, wish i, wish i could

have one more kiss ................

Reviews

[Kathy Mc Cathy]

Water has memory , every raindrop ever felt reminds me of the people there are in my life , how lucky i am to have them , As u said each raindrop is a vault of treasured memories , with each moment , passes water diffuses into the air and falls as raindrops reminding us of the times that have passed , The fresh air , the earthen smell of the dirt becomes the atmosphere of that profound memory , Thanks for this chris , its a touching read

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Kathy for saying how my words spoke to you. I appreciate that. All good wishes.
read moreThank you Kathy for saying how my words spoke to you. I appreciate that. All good wishes.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So many amazing images projected by these descriptive verses Chris. As the rain falls upon our rooflights these words describe it well and the french doors on a blustery rain swept day. Then you take us into the cold of loss as well as weather. Lovely in its sadness.

[Chris Shaw]

Thankyou John for your lovely review and the encouragement. Most appreciated.

Chris