through the whole night
A whisper of mumbling
like a poet's heart, fit most
Looking outside, the morning
The earth, all wet
O, not tears were glinting
But gemmy stars lit
You take a familiar feature of autumn - rain - and express the poetry contained in that experience. You immediately connect the rainfall to poetry: there is a mysterious but compelling connection between the poet's heart and the falling rain. What that is, you leave to the reader to decide! I like the way the rainfall and the poet's feelings are in sync. My view is that the poet finds comfort in that steady rainfall. And the surprise for me is that next morning the poet is still in this mood: she is still one with nature, still looking out into the world as if she is both looking though a window and seeing nature's reality but also looking into a mirror and seeing her own reflection. Your poem speaks to us lovers of autumn! !
Thank you Daniel for your vivid comment.Autumnal drizzle itself is a poem.
Really lovely poem, gentle drizzle bringing fresh growth and life to the world captured in your wonderful words.
Thank you Christopher for your nice comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
You surely know what beauty could be! It's drizzling outside, and your poem is whispering to me. Very beautiful new photo, the same with the tenderness of your poem :)
Thank you Anne for your nice comment.So sweet.