Spring Poem

Rain Poem

I was in Sequoia National Park, one summer, and a summer rain had just fallen. You could see and hear all the wildlife that the park had to offer. It was simply beautiful. And that is what inspired me to write this poem.

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The Aftermath Of Melody

© Lisa Hart

Published on December 2013

Whispering quietly, the raindrops fall;
Such ominous secrets, for one so small.
Slowly, dispersing, the raindrops subside.
Leaving all but the hesitant, to trickle behind.

The storm has passed, the clouds have gone.
Out comes a robin to sing us his song.
He fills his heart with rhapsody, for
The aftermath of melody.

Flocks of birds, fast as they came,
To sing us a rainbow,
After the rain.

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