With the clouds come the rain
accompaniment nature has decreed
I'll not bear a grudge in response
knowing skies will open up
to sway the drought that came before
those rays of sun from a blue sky
few would deny to be a curse
leaving dust that chokes the throat
the thirst evoked the worse of times
begrudging love in the slow drip
or the deluge of past revels
festivities divorced from love
low hung mist promised streams
prompting memory to fill the space
or prodding travelers to discern
revealing landscapes that converge
cleansing is the benefit
when the dust is washed away
destiny will heal the lack
absolve our sins, renewal's breadth.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20181021.
cleansing is the benefit when the dust is washed away destiny will heal the lack absolve our sins, renewal's breadth. the skies, the clouds, the rain and cleaning. from nature to purification as symbols. very fine poem, Tony
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I would like to translate this poem
cleansing is the benefit when the dust is washed away destiny will heal the lack absolve our sins, renewal's breadth. Clouds, rain, cleaning, sin, purity.. so many ideas dear poetess. thank u very much. tony