Rain white noise drops dance on glass music from the pond as water disturbs water, the stream discourses through the pasture a composition of questions: why, how, what is the meaning of such eloquence? Evening the air is clear the sky immense with stars and silence. I walk to the pasture. The stream carries on with its rhetoric murmuring after answers for questions too profound to be answered by rain; yet this place, incandescent under a burning moon, feels like one. First Snow by Mary Oliver is the inspiration for this poem…hers is a profoundly beautiful poem
Questions In Rain
12 Friday Apr 2013
I felt this poem in my heart and soul, Ron. Well done!
Ronald E. Shields said:
thank you Tyler. Mary Oliver’s book American Primitive is full of poems that rock my heart and soul…she is a genius at connecting the reader with the natural world