Waking up to the morning’s pattering rain,
Tapping relentlessly on the windowpane.
I struggled hard to try and ascertain,
By looking outside towards the weathervane,
What hope there was that the showers would refrain,
Across a misty and dripping wet terrain.
By afternoon the sun had raised a smile,
The distant hills were clear, mile upon mile,
And now the scene had started to beguile.
A robin sang his song, perched on a stile,
Then flew off beyond the drenched woodpile,
Into a balmy landscape, so fertile.
Evening called, the sunset spread its hues,
Slowly silhouetting familiar views.
The sky then faded into deepest blues.
Kicking off my restricting high heeled shoes,
Aware of how quickly a tender blister ensues,
I relaxed, listening to the owls tu -whit -tu -whoos.
This is so eloquently carved. A poem in the life of a day. t x
You describe the changes of dawn till dusk so well Ernestine, and Ohhh that taking of, of the shoes at the end on a long day, ahhh..what a great feeling Curl up with a cup of tea in a nice comfy chair...relax Love duncan X
You write so beautifully Ernestine.....Your descriptives have an elegant touch that make the reader feel good inside....it's actually raining her, misting that is, for the first time since August and it appears our 90 degree days might have ended on Monday.....lovely poem, especially on a rare sunless day here in the east....love, marci.xo
Ernestine what a wonderful picture you paint, so relaxing. Just what I needed my friend. Beautiful. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bet this took you ages to write Ernestine. Lovely rhyming structure, a real pleasure to read. Love, Andrew x