Standing, stooping, wielding a hoe in the afternoon sun, you think. You could sing. Remember the slow patter of rain in the evening sings a love song, no rebellion of rivulets tumbling across the tilled Earth.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
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Lovely! Especially love the line "rebellion of rivulets" - great use of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is gorgeous! I love that you've compared the slow patter of rain to a love song. Wonderful!
ReplyDeletethis is lovely
ReplyDeleteThe slow patter of rain as a love song... beautiful. And so much of Spring in this, much needed as there are still inches of snow on my lawn...
ReplyDeleteStopping by from Trifecta.
Raining beautiful images here- thank you.
ReplyDeleteSinging makes work go faster. Sing away! (: Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteA lovely song for Spring.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece about love,hope & all that is life,loved it:-)
ReplyDeleteMakes me itchy for spring and the kitchen garden!
ReplyDeleteSlow patter of rain in the evening....mmmm ....wishing for it...
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