The Coming Rain Poem by Heather Z. Hanna
The Coming Rain
Rating: ★5.0
The coming rain
With the clouds silent path,
Speaks quietly of change.
Rustling trees.
Steady flagpole ropes flapping,
Moving steady and sure,
Blanketing the sky,
Spreading wide
and filling with darkness.
Holding promise
for thirsting flowers
And dying grass.
Whetting desire for rebirth
Before the season's end.
(9.11.7 Observations)
Monday, September 17, 2007
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Heather Z. Hanna
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/16/2024 1:43:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, Heather, many changes are in store now. I love autumn as it seems to tie up the loose ends for us to end the year and get ready for spring. I enjoy writing poems about the seasons. Very nice! Marilyn