Sunday, August 23, 2009

Cat And Leaf



Rain

touches the skin of a leaf,

trickles down the stem like finger tips,

or falls like the feeling of a kiss--

and that same rain

in time becomes the leaf,

and faces God again

like this:


They say

a cat may look at a queen,

and so I look at you

even if from the depths of dreams;

and when I do,

I have to touch you with amazed and grateful lips--

in time, we will be together,

but until then,

there is this:


No matter from how far away the rain must come,

it will always find the leaf--

and she will be there waiting in a late afternoon of grace,

the small and shining desirer

of a perfect

and stormy

embrace.

_______

12 comments:

ellen abbott said...

Your imagery is incredible.

pheromone girl said...

...she will be there waiting in a late afternoon of grace."

Can I have some of that, please?

Riot Kitty said...

Meow Mix! Remind me to tell you something about that.

Kay said...

Let the rains come!

Mama Zen said...

What perfect structure!

Lil Bit said...

Rain o'er me.

Lil Bit said...

just beautiful.

Pete said...

lovely words

Scarlet said...

The rain always finds (and nurtures) the leaf. Always.

Daryl said...

There is no solitude ... it always comes

Joanna Jenkins said...

Stunning. That was beautiful. Thank you

Jannie Funster said...

This blog is an on-going testament to butterfly breath and firefly floatings, both of which angels have been filing under "Golden Threads Of Perma-Wonder," in the top drawers of their glimmery cabinets.