A sultry evening, sunshine stays.
Rain clouds hover between its rays.
Chilly breeze provokingly plays,
lifting branches. Foliage sways.
Drizzle descends, a gentle mist.
Plants and flowers are softly kissed.
A watering doth thus persist,
in garden, meadow and forest.
Light showers brush away the dust,
which settles with each swirling gust.
Moisture seeping into earth’s crust.
All elements have got it sussed.
© Ernestine Northover
A forestry of beauty is this.Your writes softly kissed my hunger, hunger of more cute words from you.
You have an unprecedented ability to recreate the portrait - no, the realism - of scene in your readers' minds. t x
They certainly have, , What a wonderful display of richness to your language in this one Star quality poetry * Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woo Hoo now that is a poem! ! ! ! thank you so much..luvn it..