Tag: rain

Pain, my muse

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I wake, tracing the ridges on once smooth skin

The cobbled path of scars I take to the eastern sky, is slow

Upright, I stretch and bend, still flexible,

some even say strong and resilient

But me?  I’m not sure anymore.

Boots on, I trudge under gum trees, green from rain, not tears

My footfall is now lighter, alone was a heavy load,

so I swapped with solitude many years ago,

a fair exchange

to hear the uncaged bird sing, the song of freedom with me.

Or so I thought.

Another day, another dollar …

Nightfall, I return to where I started from

Reaching in that empty space

Where you once used to be

And, I wonder

Would I be happier, if you were still with me?

The question remains unanswered.

 

a dawn bird

 

The scent of rain

In Western Australia rain is synonymous with winter.  Not so in my childhood.  Rain meant the monsoon.  We eagerly waited for the rains.  It came after the heat of summer.  I’ve written elsewhere in the blog about how we slept outdoors in summer, our sleep disrupted at midnight, every night, by rain in the period between seasons.

“It’s going to rain tonight!” was a chorus before we quietened down to sleep.  We would inhale deeply the heavy earthiness of impending rain.  Despite the surety of disrupted sleep, the petrichor too delicious to sleep indoors.

The cycle each year, the same.

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Until next time

As always

a dawn bird