A soft rain
A soft rain,
On a warm morning,
During a walk
On the beaches
Of my mind,
Is an invitation
To refine those
Memories
That have faded since
Childhood.
Is it the falling of the
Drops through the leaves
That we hear? or
Is that the movement of
Peals of water rolling over the
Once dry creek bed?
I have thrown aside
My umbrella…
A quiet that is only
Broken by the swish
Of car tires as they
Breathlessly swirl by,
Rain flattens my
Hair, running rivulets
Of nature’s tears over
My unshaven face.
My dogs prance the
Prance with what we foolishly
Call a smile on their faces.
That is obviously just
Contentment!
The rain is irrelevant
To them, silly!
Yet not to me
As I recapture
The joy of catching
Droplets on a tongue
Stuck out in
Defiance of growing old,
I care not,
I am wearing flip flops,
I walk the sand of beaches
Long washed away
My t-shirt sticks
To my chest.
Poet