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rain falls

by Peter Humphreys

rain falls
and when it falls
it falls
not as rain
but as tears
at first as
a misting of the eyes
the mountains once so clear
are covered in a film
a haze that hides the
purple blue of the eye
and yellow of the heathered
broom
it fills the streams
that flow gurgling
from bog to
inner lake and
as you wipe your eyes
tears stream and fall
as rocks over rivulets
do flow
all words are impossible
and silence falls
as the night
and the streams
still flow unseen
but not unheard

11/15/2009

Posted on 11/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/15/09 at 10:32 PM

Ah Peter, as usual you write such a beautiful refrain.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 11/16/09 at 04:18 PM

Indeed he does. Brilliant. Again.

Posted by Peggie Eng on 11/20/09 at 05:25 AM

Love the rain, and loved your poem...

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