A lazy drizzle ceased,
The garden still wrapped in a languorous haze,
With droplets sliding off leaves.
Warm vapor rose to meet,
Moist sunlight, that filtered through,
Air laden with the aroma, of rain-washed grass.
A trail weaved in and out of a shady grove,
Shivering droplets onto walkers,
Who gingerly stepped onto this slippery path.
A hushed presence surrounds this enchanted garden,
Perhaps, the portal of magic was still open,
Transmitting a state of grace.
Such a simple, gentle piece, very enchanting, keep up the goodwork
The rain can transform a garden...I love the way you stimulate the senses and walk me through your garden.
here we get not only an enchanting sight of a garden wet after rain but also the feel there in, thanks to the image created in the second stanza lines- the aroma feel...lovely read, Anita 10
Such portals of magic are only visible to those who can see their beauty... this is lovely...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a Peaceful and enchanting write, Anita... Andrew 10