Friday, 12 November 2010

Friday 12 November 2010: Raindrops Dancing on a Flower


The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895).
Scottish essayist, novelist and poet.


Raindrops are such funny things.
They haven't feet or haven't wings.
Yet they sail through the air,
With the greatest of ease,
And dance on the street,
Wherever they please.
- Anon.

This flower will be gone soon but the rain is here to stay, I am afraid.

In the spring and summer I found myself mesmerised by this pelargonium. This will probably be my last photo of this flower.

You can feel winter in the air
Taste it on your tongue
Hear it quietly knocking at your door
Soon, it will be pounding
Demanding to be acknowledged
But, not yet...

Today, we are christened
by autumn wind and rain
Turning our faces to the sky
and then back down again
We turn our collars up
Escape into memories of summer,
of dances in the sun.

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