Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, July 27, 2012

Elixir of Summer Rain

The buzzing of cicadas in the night
As bats begin to circle through the air
The song of the spring peepers trills so light
When day's frenetic pace turns laissez-faire

Black crickets chirrup secrets we can't share
A barred owl calls "Who cooks for you?" unseen
An echo seems to answer from somewhere
On silent wings they fly off to convene

In pools of water plunk proud frogs of green
Shy deer emboldened rustle through the wet
Leaves in the summer rain glow with a sheen
And darkest nights shine as if polished jet

This magic fills each drop of summer rain
An anodyne to ease the winter's pain

submitted for Think Tank Thursday, #107 Sound, at Poets United
and Poetry Jam, Do You Believe in Magic?



Daydreamer said...

Oh, I believe in magic and I do believe this poem has a touch of it too.
What a lovely read. I loved everything that hit all of the senses.
Wonderful :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles...love that you went after the magic of nature...did myself obviously...smiles...there is so much just in the world around us...loved just listening to your piece...

Sreeja said...

Totally drenched in this magic.....

Amrit Sinha said...

Lovely ... magic felt deep !!!

Helena said...

WoW. What an exquisite write....and I so adore the thought of painkilling rain!

Ella said...

I loved it
We wrote on similar journeys
I like yours better
Your imagery guided me and I was there
Well done ; )

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Nicely done! The two themes are cleverly entwined.

Anonymous said...

it rained here tonight and i sat on the balcony breathing in that wonderful scent and listening to a few birds hidden in the trees, still singing... there is indeed magic in summer rain.

beautifully written, Sheri!

thank you for joining in at Poetry Jam!


JustRex said...

Freaking awesome.

That made me feel the rain.

Thank you.