Sanaa, over at Prompt Nights, said, “Rain showers my spirit and waters my Soul.” I completely agree—rain cleanses—so I wrote a wee bit for her prompt. Okay, I added a couple of stanzas to “Summer Rains”, a micro-poem I shared on Instagram, making this my 13th expanded Poem Bit. I’m also linking this bit to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 304).
“Of Summer Rains”
My pencils rest in spring cans,
wishing for liquid warm colors
to blossom into storied bright.
The muse paces creativity’s mind,
wanting wetted canvas to sprinkle
with rainbowing tales of poesy.
I’ve decanted spring blossoms
and sprinkled hues over blank lands,
but my pencils, my muse, and my Self
forever dream of summer rains.
This is a page from Secret Garden: an Inky Treasure Hunt and Coloring Book, created by Johanna Basford… colored and poetized and photographed and rough-trimmed by moi.