Soft Showers

 

 


sweet droplets,
like
tiny wandering streams,
trickle
slowly
down
the misted glass.

 


spring showers,
like
gossamer screens,
tumble
steadily
down
the muted landscape.

 


gray shadows,
like
soft flannel blankets,
hang
silently
upon
the endless moments.

 


i wait,
like
a solitary blossom,
bathed
gently
in
the showers
of your love.

 


Liana Brittain
March 18, 2003

 

 

 

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