Leafs

She sat on the bench and was waiting
For Wendy. The heat humid and forceful.
She sat in the morsals of shade afforded
By strong limbed trees which she sturdily
Admired. Then the claps arrived with the
Rain to putter to begin with and then everything
Hit her to fluidness with rivulets.

Dear trees how i love to see you becoming
Rained heartily upon.
How much shiny becomes your leaves.
How you made her dance and sing
Pitter pattering and sometimes torrid.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-26 at 05:50

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Neelima
I like the sounds and sight of rain in the poem!
2011-09-28


Bob
You really have a way with words and images. Like this.
2011-08-29



With a hurricane on its way to New York City, I expect soon to see the trees 'rained heartily upon' very soon. Cool vignette. I like the way the main character is waiting for Wendy, suggesting the wind that often accompanies a thunder storm. Also like putter, pitter, and patter sequence.

Regards,
William
2011-08-27


Rob Graber
And I like, too, how black becomes the bark...
Enjoyed!
2011-08-26


Sid Gardner
Beautifully written..a delight...
2011-08-26