Sunday, July 27, 2008

Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers

That soak the woods; not the harsh rain that sweeps
Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,
Gently and slowly washing life away.

Its raining, and I am in pain. My brain is a bit switched off, so here are some photos of my father's garden.

1 comment:

Elizabeth McClung said...

"It is raining, and I am in pain"

I like that, along with the photos, a sort of beautiful simplicity about the nature of just how things are. Or how pain is part of nature, just like the flowers.