March 25

Damp Rises

Damp rises

Flagstones chill under my feet

Rheumatic aches for prizes

Making me crave the heat

Trees stand in the damp looking neglected

Wind demands bare arms to creak

Yet under them I feel protected

Reassuring me it is safe to speak

The ground drinks

Gaping maw to the full

Gullies at the brink

Gravity their pull

The earth submits to the cleansing

A brutal cold scrubbing

But the trees remain unbending

For the rain is their loving

~Charlotte Greer Slater 1.11

Posted March 25, 2020 by Charlotte Von Wolfle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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