Its raining....

The rain is falling gently from the water-laden clouds hovering just above my head.  The misty drops caress the red, yellow and brown leaves preparing for the last step of a year-long cycle.  
The clouds, with their heavy burden of wetness are sinking lower and lower, and coming to rest on the tops of the mountains, obscuring them in a fluffy blanket of white and gray.  A high-blowing breeze makes them creep along the treetops lethargically, as if they just want to sit and doze for a while but are unable to refrain from carrying on.  
There is a chill in the autumn air.  All around me, smoke drifts lazily from chimneys and mixes with the low clouds.  The aroma of wood fires mingles with the freshness in the air.  
Soft, peaceful music drifts towards my ears and through my soul.  Its a beautiful day!

Bethelie

I love the rain!  Give me a wet, melancholy, sleepy day over sun anytime!  Well, most anytime.  I do love the beach too!  But if its going to be cool and cloudy, it might as well be raining.

The Memory Of Trees

So Enya has this album called "The Memory Of Trees", and I was listening to it and wondering what trees would remember if they could think and feel,  see, smell, and hear.  I imagined them waking up from an enchanted slumber, and stretching limb and leaf toward the sky.  Feeling  the sun, they'd think, "What is that warmth on my leaves?  Oh, sun, I remember!"  They'd wiggle their roots in the cool, hard dirt, deep below the grass.  They'd say, "What's that I hear?  Birds!  Water!  I remember.. I remember!"  So, while I was listening to Enya, I decided to write a poem; a poem about 'The Memory of Trees...'

Sun and rain, wind and snow

In the memory of trees

Long green grass grows far below

Branches moved by breeze

Flood and drought, fire and storm

Did these old boughs mar

These trees with time and trials formed

Lithe and strong, yet scarred

Branches stretching to the sky

Reaching for the sun

While far below the soil lie

Roots entwined as one

Birds on limbs and branches nest

Bees in hives abide

Squirrels in nooks and crannies rest

Hiding nuts inside

Hunts and wars, and lovers' trysts

Encounters more than these

From lifetimes past, do still exist

In the memory of trees


Beth

Fade Away

I close my eyes, and I see you standing before me.
I reach out my hand to touch you. Eyes and fingers trace every detail of your face, yet somehow, you remain a mystery.
We embrace; bodies together as one, cheek on cheek. My arms encircle your neck, and yours about my waist, yet I feel no warmth. I feel nothing but longing.
You smile tenderly on me. I wonder, who are you? You are an enigma. So close I can almost touch you, but too far away to know you.
My eyes open; you fade away like a memory.

La'el