The night rain
Loads the morning foliage,
Hauls each stem down
With a sheen.
The damp leaves
Lick the air,
Exfoliating pungencies
And sap soaked humidity,
Hunkering in rich breath
Of the wood scent,
Releasing stomatal volatiles
And chlorophyll astringencies,
Tempered by the nectars
Of bedraggled flowers,
Lolling before the sunshine
Straightens them.
Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016
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Love this imagery and night rain just as much! (My name means ‘night rain’ in Japanese.)
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Ha ha wow what a lovely meaning behind a name.
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I love this poem and these beautiful flowers. Gardens were longing for moisture and you have captured the impact of the overnight rain so well.
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Glad you like, Pam
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