Thursday, July 2, 2009

Weather for TOP

I hear the Morse Code
of raindrops
on the roof
of our camper

tapping out a secret
message. To my husband
it says, “No fishing for you!”
To vacationers

here on the coast of Maine
it says, “Too bad you spent
all that money for this.”
But to me it says,

“Time to curl up
with Bel Canto and read,
time to write a poem,
time to sip a glass

of merlot and feel
the velvet spread
like the fog draping
the trees in gossamer.

6 comments:

Tumblewords: said...

A delightful rain - morse code and merlot spreading like fog - delightful!

sister AE said...

I like it! It reminds me of a 2-week vacation one year when it rained all but the first and last days. We had a great, relaxing time anyway.

irene said...

A very nice poem...the rain spells out that wonderful feeling for me too, 'feel the velvet spread like the fog draping the trees in gossamer'

Titania said...

Rain is beautiful. Your poem says it all, curl up with a good book and dream...

paisley said...

that was beautiful linda.. it almost made me like the idea of a good rain... almost..

Richard Wells said...

Out here in Seattle we want your rain. Longest dry spell in 116 years. What with all that velvet spreading I'm wondering how much reading or writing is going to get done.

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