Poetry Friday round-up is with Sylvia at Poetry for Children.
It was one of those all day rains. One of my last days of our holiday break, and I was bored. I cleaned out cabinets, watched shows on Netflix, made a fire in the fireplace, and played around with magazine collage. During the hectic days of teaching, I crave this kind of time. Funny how our minds work. On this day, I was restless and wishing for the rain to stop.
100 % Chance of Rain
(with a borrowed line from Robert Frost “Revelation”)
Wind blown ripples
the water,
whipped like frothed cappuccino,Rain slants, shower bending,
branches leave the trees.
Saturated earth bleeds
muddy moisture.Oh, the agitated heart.
The lemons hang, ripe and wet.But I am still today,
quieted by the storm.
Listening, longing
for the sun.(c) Margaret Simon
Art Journal collage for my 2019 One Little Word, Grace.
Reflections on the Teche 