For Kim’s prompt on Real Toads, seizing the day, getting it down. She gives us three poems. This is the one that inspired me:
And the days are not full enough
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass. by Ezra Pound
Rainy Woods
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.” Langston Hughes
Stepping into rain
the walk leads past autumn woods –
the only sound is the rain tapping on the fallen leaves.
Off to the left a fox runs, tail down.
I stand and watch the rain dripping from the leaves
then I continue on my walk,
breathing in the scents of rain and rotting leaves.
