Softly the Rain Falls
by Duane Anderson
The rain falls lightly
so that no one notices,
yet streets lie wet
streams flow against curbs
and puddles cover grass
silently the rain continues
falling,
onto my mind if falls
and covers it with a mist
a morning dew on my forehead
my head
a fresh grape on a vine
unpicked.
so that no one notices,
yet streets lie wet
streams flow against curbs
and puddles cover grass
silently the rain continues
falling,
onto my mind if falls
and covers it with a mist
a morning dew on my forehead
my head
a fresh grape on a vine
unpicked.
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in The Pangolin Review, Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, Poesis Literary Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of "Yes, I Must Admit We Are Neighbors" (Cyberwit.net - 2021) and "On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk" (Pacific Poetry Press - 2021).