A Wood After Rain Poem by Douglas Gibson

A Wood After Rain



Sun dappled apple-green leaves are dripping
Wet gold slowly down into long grass;
Rainbow-hued dancing drops poised on thorns
Quiver and shiver and fall as I pass.

Golden-green limpid light flows through the trees
As an underseas world, and a bird
Long silent, suddenly dazzles the dripping wood
With the sweetest wild song I ever heard.

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