God is feeding the flowers

God is feeding the flowers

 

God is feeding the flowers

and the rain is beating a tattoo on my window

its almost dark

not quite dark

that time between day and night

when the quiet is broken by breathing                                                               

 

Colors dissolve into gray scale

letting shadows escape from obscurity

My window weeps

tiny rivers

the sill a reflecting pond

stars will soon dance within the shimmering pool

 

The rain suddenly stops

and the world seems to suddenly go silent

breaths held

senses alert

the disturbing quiet laughs all around us

life becomes suddenly meaningful



(Copyright Steven S. Walsky, all rights reserved.)


Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/25/2008 12:11:36 AM
Trenchrock sums it all up. Need I say more?

Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 12/24/2008 2:04:09 PM
I love this again. You seem to have a thing with nature and the life cycle of plants. Another good job of painting a picture.

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