Gazing At The Amazing

 

Gazing At The Amazing

 

Thor startles me out of slumber

And I’m sheltering under my verandah

Sitting here naked as the day I was born

Gazing at the amazing weeping dawn

Crying a bucket full of raindrops

Spreading sparkles with every  wet plop

On the roof I hear a cascade from above

Big puddles are shimmering like leather gloves

Growing into a groundswell of high humidity

Soaking my body in sweaty liquidity

Then softly a caressing breeze cools my skin

While the courtyard garden’s sprouting wings

Nature’s evidence of the night’s heavy rain

And the heaven’s are opening up again

 

 

Ivor Steven  (c)  Jan 2020