Season of Rain

The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman. - Thoreau

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strolling

consoling

drunken with lies

after this

season of rain

i feel the dense grass under feet of clay

soft, teased bouffant of life

verdant shag of faith

rising up

meeting me rightly where i am

softening weeping emotions and pain

obscuring disdain

strolling

consoling

hope stretching and rolling

in not-so-neat little rows

reaping what i sow

unwrapping shrouds and lifting veils

truth imbibed

reminding that to live is gain

after this

season of rain

Author's Note

“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was lulled in by your title. I love the rain, but its become a lost commodity here in Southern California. Still, I was roused by lines of "teased bouffant of life" and "verdant shag of faith, rising up..."

Could a gentle rain, or green blades of grass be ever more poetic than this? I am lost in your depiction, Pete...delightfully so!

[John the Baptist]

Yes, it has indeed been a season, several seasons, in fact, of rain, but the speaker is still able to walk in the natural world and appreciate it. Perhaps this is one of the best strategies for getting through dark times.

[Pete]

so true.

“To be awake is to be alive.” - Thoreau

[barleygirl]

Love your melancholy stroll after relentless downpouring of misery. So symbolic of life (((HUGS)))

[Pete]

rain must fall in order for things to grow. we are no different i think ... :)

[Ruth]

Living in the now takes work, hard work - the cleansing factor of rain doesn't take away the fact that cleansing pains sometimes either. Holding on - in this case - until after the rain is also hard to do. I have accepted that light at the end of the tunnel thingy is not always so, sometimes it is fractals one need hold on to - small mercies and so forth, another great poem Pete :)

[Pete]

so many of us live in the past, the hoped for future or are too busy that we forget the here and now.

"You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment." - Thoreau

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...” - Thoreau