Some Days I Just Want This Comments

We are privileged beings, for the Creation is made manifest in our eyes and heart. Even so, we occupy a humble place in the womb of all life. Other living things and the space around us make us complete.

Mary, I really enjoyed this poem. It expresses the peaceful joy of really looking at, and appreciating, nature. Many of your phrases are lovely: the green haze of trees sponged in, the violet blue of skies/ above thunderheads, and hushed etude of the soul. Yes, watching rain can indeed be so magical the watcher can't speak or be spoken to!