And now at last
the rain has passed.
See the flowers
freshened by showers
their petals bright
reflecting light
In garden beds
they raise their heads
and by the breeze
are gently teased
to fling off drops
Like little mops
in circles twirled
before they’re furled
and put away
for another day.
A beautifully expressed poem, very refreshing Peter, a sweet read. Thanks Love Ernestine XXX
liked the positive idea of things happening after the rain.. ASHKA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Graceful and beautiful.