monoceros blogsA dense fog warning in the morning, and then strong winds for the entire day. Oh, rain too. The wind was impressive, bending the trees and sliding in between branches. It sounded like sand hitting a screen. I was glad to get home in the late afternoon and take a nap on the couch. I had my fair share of the elements today - thoroughly soaked shoes, rain-drenched jeans and a test of body weight against the wind.
When I entered my apartment, I could feel how my nose had tightened and nearly shrivelled up. It seemed as if all the skin was drawing towards the tip of my nose. The warm air made everything better after a few minutes.
Rain Travel
I wake in the dark and remember
it is the morning when I must start
by myself on the journey
I lie listening to the black hour
before dawn and you are
still asleep beside me while
around us the trees full of night lean
hushed in their dream that bears
us up asleep and awake then I hear
drops falling one by one into
the sightless leaves and I
do not know when they began but
all at once there is no sound but rain
and the stream below us roaring
away into the rushing darkness
~ by W.S. Merwin
Posted by Monoceros at December 7, 2004 5:35 PMi love the poem... it's raining here too. skies are grey... keep dry & warm yonder okay? :C)
Posted by: tiggie at December 8, 2004 2:58 AMoh what lovely imagery this poem evokes! I swear, if there's anything the bunch of us can be wooed by, it's by words!
Posted by: dsd at December 8, 2004 7:51 PMoh, do you know what I've been doing? I've been printing out the poems that you put up and pinning them on around my office cubicle! Definitely much nicer to look at than the many schedules that are also up!
Posted by: dsd at December 8, 2004 9:16 PMit's great isn't it? gives me a warm feeling all over each time I read it. that lovely "rushing darkness."
Wow, DSD, you'll have to one day show me that stack of poems. Maybe I should do that too and make my own little compilation. Or I could hand-copy all of them into that lovely moleskine Tigs got me. Too, I wish I remembered how to make journals. At my camp in new england, I actually handmade my own journal. I've forgotten everything! Audrey Niffenegger makes and prints her own books. Talented woman, that one.
Posted by: monoceros at December 9, 2004 6:22 PM