One is Loved, One is Hated The steady all-day tap tap tap of rain on drought-parched land and roofs The steady all-day plunk plunk plunk of rain on flood-drenched land and roofs ***** by Lori Lipsky photo: Okea/istockphoto
Haiku 22
heavy spring rain
soaks last year’s flowerbed—
thirsty bulbs
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by Lori Lipsky
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Parched earth gulps water
Farmers breathe audible sighs—
Welcome summer rain
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by Lori Lipsky
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Drizzle, mist, showers
Morning dew, evening dew
The grace of God
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My Hunt for the Hidden poem appears at The Barn Door today. I write for The Barn Door on the 23rd of each month. I invite you to check it out.
Your comments are most appreciated both here and at The Barn Door. Thanks for reading.
Lori
Dreams of Rain by Lori Lipsky It plays its evening melody on tin roofs Forms puddles on garden walkways Quenches the thirst of the majestic oak Fields of corn gulp their fill, and In the morning, flower petals Glisten with droplets of dew **********
The Farmer by Lori Lipsky
The farmer searches sky for clouds, then checks the weather report. Again. That his lawn grass lies dormant is of little concern. The flowers near the porch must be watered or die, but he doesn’t notice. His thoughts are on his fields. His yields.
Wild animals now bend heads lower to drink from the creek behind the farmhouse. The banks expose themselves on either side. Even the lips of thirsty soil around his crops have cracked open. The farmer prays, waits, watches with eyes upward.
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