Saturday, October 20, 2007

AFTER A FALL RAIN

The air is scented
with a fresh, renewed smell.
Life is abundant
with an extravaganza of activity,
as animals rise from their dry shelters
and see the sparkle of water drops
on leaves of plants and trees.

But as seasons change the birds
that usually chirp and flutter
around after a rain storm
are starting to disappear
for winter snows are coming
to replace the beauty
that is after the rain.

5 comments:

Eileen said...

You have a wonderful sense of the natural world. Great job, Billy. Keep writing!

Bonnie said...

When I can see the imagery it's a good poem. This poem let's us see the words. Good job!

Tad Richards said...

So glad Victoria turned me on to this. Good writing ... keep it up!

Anonymous said...

I like your blend of the natural and uncanny

Anonymous said...

Amazing poetry! Please keep writing!