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Susan K. Rowse

Rain Fangled Garden

There's nothing like a lime green drive...
after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown,
ruffling feathers of a
white plumed crane
Songs are in the gardens...
around the lagoon,
frogs croak a melody
and bloated toads croon
Crickets pleading night with
the moistness bright from the rays
of a waning moon
Rotors buzz,
from a thing that was...
as it hovered then flew ahead
Silver winged light...
a bug so bright that the darkness cracked
and wakened instead
All around the emeralds,
the lemon-limes...
a blue tint of indigo
Heavy-weighted Spanish moss... curls all damp ... tresses
of an aged widow
Dripping sips from a washing storm
bleach decks of clinging sands
Festival of fluttered things...
clapping filmy, tiny wings ...
marching in wee-formed bands
Some would call them fairies
with their lanterns' glow...
I did when I was a girl
With loping lights of fairy dust...
as lanterned candles dribbled dust...
bathing each shadow with pearls
Symphonies of fluttered bugs,
blinking lights of fire
Greens in hues...
magnanimous...
phosphorous
winged fires
Oaks that arch in huge arrays,
this regal door to nature
Brought to life after a rain...
foliage and thirsty creatures
Buzzes hop and drink each drop...
flowers aglow with dew
Mid-summers rain and fuzzy nights...
mornings when I wish for you
Sharing the beauty is quite the ease
when canvases change each day
Wishes for you to see through my eyes
at this wonder of painted displays
Just look at this...the yellow of daisies,
much prettier for their drink
Closer still at the tiny flutters...
in lavenders, blues and pinks
Right by your ear they hover still...
moving their buzz in flight
Turning the heads of those that squint
from wetness in the pale moonlight
Miracles happen when we are aware
that nature is singing to us
Fandangle mosses, the weave and
dodge of lightning with fairy dust
Rains dipped in honey
and lizards' red throat
held up waiting each bead
Days and evenings after a storm
when nature is douched with need.