by Bruce Taylor
after a night of unheard rain,
its tenderness done
there is a meadow road through the meadow
and a forest road through pine grove and bog.
there is the well by the wistful lilac
where a wooden pail is swinging.
after a night of unheard rain
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Such a perfectly beautiful pooling of imagery. And to find it on a day so perfectly matched to the scene – seems magical.
thanks