Latent sun a bequeathed breath
Enough to sate the soul
To linger under the baleful cloud
To feel the stillness
Calm beheld
As droplets fall,the weight of
Trees
Like dew-drop pearls
From branch and leaves.
The End of Rain
Running in the slow lane
Running in the slow lane
Latent sun a bequeathed breath
Enough to sate the soul
To linger under the baleful cloud
To feel the stillness
Calm beheld
As droplets fall,the weight of
Trees
Like dew-drop pearls
From branch and leaves.
Ruth Partridge
Lovely poem to start the day Txxx
TESSA CLARKE The View Diptford Totnes. TQ9 7LY 07774 161741
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