Poem of the Day

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A Young Magpie on the Breaking Drought

 

What is this silver falling from the sky,

that beads slim branches, streaks the garden wall;

that drums my dusty feathers as I fly;

that, never seen before, holds me in thrall?

 

I see slick foliage shine as if with dew

when touched by this world-washing, magic thing

that brings the snails and worms exploring, too;

that bids me tip my head right back and sing!

 

 

© Carolyn Eldridge-Alfonzetti

(First published by The School Magazine – Touchdown, No 2 – March 2008

Acknowledgement requested if published elsewhere)

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4 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

  1. A lovely poem! Thank you. Sometimes get tired of rhyming couplets (which is about all I’m capable of, so I shouldn’t criticise). But this one really made me see the rain differently.

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