tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post448833865099955139..comments2024-03-28T21:52:15.546-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Mulberry RainFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14323074266270938942018-06-23T09:33:10.234-04:002018-06-23T09:33:10.234-04:00Yes, I remember mulberry trees in the neighbor'...Yes, I remember mulberry trees in the neighbor's yard. The beautiful deep purple berries, that would stain your fingers. Falling with the rain, is perfect. Rain is perfect...if you have to fall. Perhaps rain softens the fall? Loved your write.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-27990863917934346282018-06-23T07:12:03.354-04:002018-06-23T07:12:03.354-04:00We have some mulberry bushes, the birds love them,...We have some mulberry bushes, the birds love them, and the birds also love pooping on my car after they've enjoyed the berries.<br /><br />How are you "falling"?Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-44520854112146471872018-06-22T15:07:24.166-04:002018-06-22T15:07:24.166-04:00A sensory delight, superb and have a kick-ass week...A sensory delight, superb and have a kick-ass weekend Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-76499364406505534872018-06-22T14:25:35.214-04:002018-06-22T14:25:35.214-04:00In a world gone insane simple things are saviors. ...In a world gone insane simple things are saviors. I grew up with mulberry trees. My mother made purple dye from them.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70009828972146794832018-06-22T14:23:56.246-04:002018-06-22T14:23:56.246-04:00A poet will always find a way to wax lyrical even ...A poet will always find a way to wax lyrical even in the midst of head-banging noise! Don’t fall too far!Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-51048624168355995212018-06-22T14:16:50.130-04:002018-06-22T14:16:50.130-04:00I find the combination of simple things soothing t...I find the combination of simple things soothing too... makes the fall bearable somehow.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-14290699317110328272018-06-22T14:06:51.563-04:002018-06-22T14:06:51.563-04:00Falling like the rain. Mulberries...purple like h...Falling like the rain. Mulberries...purple like heart's blood. Every time it rains, I fall along with it.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-1949588874485450902018-06-22T13:36:24.974-04:002018-06-22T13:36:24.974-04:00I only hope we can nourish as much as the mulberri...I only hope we can nourish as much as the mulberries--which are also incredibly fertile little buggers. I wish you peace from the clanging, and thanks for playing, dear Shay.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20252922356827950492018-06-22T12:53:37.128-04:002018-06-22T12:53:37.128-04:00"But I am falling too--just slowly." Me ..."But I am falling too--just slowly." Me too, kiddo. This is so beautiful. An exquisite posey.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.com