Tag: Rain

Poems: Rain and Seasons

Rain this morning, and thought I’d search my archives for poems about rain. Then I saw that I can add the idea of seasons. The poems are from over the years.

frozen raindrops
on birch tree branches
March Sunday

rain
on new seawall
built with limestone
from a Wisconsin
quarry

rain before dawn
I think about the peonies
almost ready to bloom
and those in the area
already bowed to the ground

rain and
near my window
first daylilies bloom

gold hosta leaves
and sounds of rain
October morning

morning rain
rereading familiar
poems of faith

winter rain
snow fences
ready to unroll

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rain-silence

Photo by Karl – July 2020

rain-silence
how well daylilies
and hosta grow

Photo by Karl – July 2019

rain-silence
and June reflections
work on a new book

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither;
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

Psalm 1: 3 (KJV)

Teasel Plant from Reusable Art

April Poems

faith kept and grown
when much else could not
the rains arrived
puddles in the fields
how beautiful
the rich brown earth

primroses growing
from garden to lawn
deep decades of roots
strengthen my faith
for new dreams

beginning
in the area
where we had
to take a tree down
new peony leaves

Poems are from my archives.

Pictures are from Reusable Art.

Language

Light and clouds, after heavy rain in the night, and I am thinking about language. “In the beginning was the Word . . .” from John 1:1 begins our large print chapbook, Quiet Christmas Poetry.

And I recall this old poem. I changed the format for this post, with the Drop Cap letter from the WordPress Editor.

reading poems aloud
raindrops on the windows
reminds me how
Helen Keller
learned “water”

Time Of Singing
Volume 38, Number 2
Summer 2011

And here is the poem in four lines. I appreciate the ideas of editors and how a poem may best work in a journal. How will the poem work with the journal’s style? And the poem will be a part of the conversation among other poems, written by other poets. I like being able to present poems in different ways here too.

reading poems aloud
raindrops on the windows
I remember how Helen Keller
learned water

SMILE
Summer 2010

Photos by Karl – 2018

Ellen Grace Olinger