Refreshingly grey day
Cars softly swish past
Light staccato rain
Washing the world clean
Bejewelling my windows
Where muted light
Shines in stopped droplets
Gently loosing blossoms
And wiping them away
Rinsing down new leaves
Dripping from bent over grasses
Soaking the seed bed
Sparking spring growth
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Wow, beautiful lines.
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Thank you, that is appreciated.
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Awesome post, My Dear! So loved your words and imagery!
xoxox 😊💕💖🌹
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t Miss This Wonderful Poem!!!
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Awe kim! Beautiful! <3
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Thanks Carol!
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We’d love a spring rain like this right now. Your words are cinemagraphic bringing the scene to life.
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Thanks Rebecca, We need that rain too. I was hoping this poem would bring some on….
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Here’s hoping. I watered the flowers a bit today. That sometimes helps bring the rain : )
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😊
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