Friday, April 25, 2014

After the Rain

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I step into the waning light
engulfed in scent of rain-soaked earth
as daylight edges into night.

The peepers chirp with rare delight
from nearby pond in mud immersed,
as I step into waning light.

Now hear lone mockingbird recite,
calling out his six-note verse
while day transposes into night.

I feel at one with all, in spite;
renewed in seasonal rebirth—
when I step into waning light.

Remaining rainclouds take to flight,
I watch them scatter and disperse
as daylight edges into night.

Just for a moment sun shines bright,
then slips horizon-line, submersed;
as I step into waning light
and daylight merges with the night.

© Ginny Brannan 2014


  1. 2nd & 3rd stanzas are just so lovely! I do love the earth and sky after a rainstorm and the sound of the first birds chirping …

  2. Hurrah for rain instead of snow! This is graceful and lovely Ginny.

  3. Simply joyful to read. Feel a bit more seasonal now!


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