The Way of Rain...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 30 Jan 2016
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the way I always write in the past tense these days...
poems about yesterday, knowing tomorrow is but clouds
drifting toward a horizon they will never reach
and a smirr dampens the air – lifting to mist
creeping inch on inch devouring distant
cloudberry coloured hills.
 
My head full of thunder when I recall
how you loved to be out walking in such
inclement weather as this...a trick of the light,
maybe, but I glimpse you, head – shouldered
and shy – hidden almost by the hood
on your favourite, old blue oilskin...even though
it leaked like a sieve.
 
I would dry your face on a towel when you
got home and brought all that rain in...smelling
of foxtail pines and the promise of an early spring.
And then we would sit, you and me, over a cup
of camomile tea...so English, so civilised, so
never again in a lifetime. 
 
Outside in the yard, rain – pooled in puddles – 
held the sun hostage, for a moment or two...bejewelled 
the windows – as sun-struck as us, and birds would come
for crumbs from your upside-down apple cake; calling
to a mate, repeated again and again, the self-same song,
but with a twist, as if wishing for a different culmination...
such is the way of rain.
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A beautiful piece. Very formal in language, has such charm.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Vera...and speaking of charm...smiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

The last line finishes this off so neatly. Looking back on such companionship is so strongly inside us that the slightest trigger such as similar weather and scents of the changing seasons zoom us back into any given moment. I loved this. I'm always saying that about your work - I'll try and think of something different to say next time.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Don't you dare, Beesmiley  As my dad used to say, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it'!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, very many thanks, and I am so pleased you enjoyed, and told me so very delightfully, as is your way.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Glistening moments contained by controlled structure, you make these moments ours too.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So glad you thought so. Much appreciated.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

so many different rainy weathers, and aftermaths – the bejewelling of the raindrops, and memories.
loved to be out walking in such inclement weather as this reminded me of Pat G's poem about Clee (hill) in the mist and bog. Sometimes enjoying just being out with nothing much to see, sometimes what is visible heightened. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

That's it, entirely, Rhiannon. 'Sometimes, enjoying just being out with nothing much to see, and what is visible, heightened' because of just that.

Have a peaceful Saturday, Rhiannon.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Sweet reminiscences... recalled by, but not washed away by, the rain!! Wonderful read!!! 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Not quite washed away, but almostsmiley So pleased you enjoyed, Terry.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

How I would love to spend some time in your inspiring thoughts Tina. So many beautiful lines that take the reader on a journey through that special poetry that is yours.

I can't pick out a favourite stanza, just loved this poem as a whole.

Many thanks for sharing.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  So pleased you enjoyed this one so much....and sometimes you do read my thoughts, Jenny, I am suresmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

Such a beautiful poem. Full of loving memories. I wonder what a cloudberry tree looks like. I have drunk cloudberry wine when in Norway, but don't remember see berries or trees here.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you so much for stopping by, Jean. So I understand Cloudberries are called  'molta' in Norway, where they are indigenous, and are nicknamed  'Highland Gold' which will give you a good clue I think as to their colour, and as to how highly they are prized. Only growing in the wild, and therefore not commercially picked.

Have a peaceful Sunday.

Tina