Summer Rain
By hilary west
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I hear the pitter-pattering of the rain,
And see pellucid drops falling like pearls.
And in the distance a roseate suffusion
Is behind verdant, green trees,
Whilst up above a smoky-blue is the vault of the sky.
The wayleave electricity cables hung from telegraph poles
Look like a musical stave: blackbird quavers - the clear notes of an evening symphony.
Soon the water colours turn to grey,
The concluding diminuendo so fleet in time.
Now it is neutral again, all colour gone,
The amber lights in the houses opposite
Left to glow in the dark like the eyes of God.
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Hi Hilary,
Hi Hilary,
such a gentle poem that reads like a painting, with elements of how quickly the scene can change, yet you capture the moment perfectly.
I really enjoyed reading as it conjured up so much in my own mind's eye.
Jenny.
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As Jenny said, you conjure up
As Jenny said, you conjure up the scene, and draw us to see the changes with time. Enjoyed viewing it with you! Rhiannon
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".. pellucid drops falling
".. pellucid drops falling like pearls". A visual, evocative poem. Beautiful.
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