Friday, September 18, 2015


I listen to the rain, trapped
within my walls, fearing
to brave the storm, waiting
until it relents, allowing
me to walk the garden, free
of damp, of wet, of cold

the rain continues
I remain within
my walls, dry
and warm, my heart
safe from the storm

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Jerry said...

It was lightning, thunder, and steady rain that woke me this morning. The sound of rain ignites the contemplative spirit in me. I like how you tuck the rain in the walls. That image resonated with me as I am dry as a bone writing wise, yet I want so much to let flow the uneasiness of my soul. Thanks Glynn.