The sound of a gentle rain plays outside the window to my right,
as I recall my wish to hear this music, through many a wintry night.
And suddenly the magnolia blossoms are no longer displayed before,
so now I dream of next spring and whisper encore please, encore.
~Be well friends~
12 comments:
Pretty.
I just love the sound of rain. It is pure theraputic! We've even gotten some here in hot AZ and that is so not like May. I hope it stays forever.
that's lovely. sorry the blossoms are gone tho. :)
Nancy this is a great shot. I unfortunately am growing tired of the sound of the gentle rain. Where is my sun? B
Wow I am sorry Andrea I must have been dreaming you can delete the above comment.
I love the photo it is very creative and beautiful. I am growing tired of the sound of the gentle rain. Where is my sun? B
Lovely photo and prose, Andrea. Spring can be aggravating at times, but it is over much too soon. :)
At least you salvaged a blossom or two before the rain!
~Chris
Hi Andrea...lovely poem! I also love the texturing of your photo...very pretty.
Jackie
I got all misty...
LYLAS
xo, misha
Very Nice! I am sad too that my magnolia bush is already done for a whole 'nother year!
Hi there,
Just stumbled upon your blog, and what a find! I am interested in urban homesteading and photography and have just started a photography/spirituality/lifestyle bog. Your photos are gorgeous and it is interesting to see how you edit them!
Thanks for a stunning blog!
Blessings,
This Good Life
What a sweet poem--I love that.
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