Storm clouds part to blue
Grass blades glisten emerald green
As golden sun sets
Casting a heavenly glow
All is right with the world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: rain
Storm’s Stage – A Haiku
Thunder-clap booming
As lightning illuminates
The storm’s stage is set
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blur of Sleep – A Tanka
Blur of sleep filled night
To rain filled sky-fall departs
How peaceful it is
This natural ensembles
Mesmerizing metronome
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tears For Me – A Tanka
Sky-born droplets stream
Through riverbeds of life
Soaking to the skin
Looking towards heaven above
Awestruck…are these tears for me
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
God’s Symphony – A Tanka
Clouds gather around
Distant sound of thunder calls
Inviting the rain
A dance chaperoned by nature
Waltzing to God’s symphony
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mother’s Wild Rage – A Haiku
Image Credit: murphyillustration.com
Mother’s wild rage
Unmerciful destruction
Wind, fire and rain
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Winter’s Day
Shafts of golden beam
Carry dust and dreams
Through panes stained
From winds and rain
Warming on a cold winter’s day
Secured from dhill, inside I will stay
A cup of tea in one hand
Envisioning holiday in a warmer land
Comfort in a good book I will read
In these I find all the solace I need
Nothings better on a cold winter day
Than a good book, hot tea and…
A mind allowed to stray
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Survivors
A thin rain
Falls upon arid ground
Seemingly lifeless
Springs to life
A million tiny survivors
Sprouting and blossoming
Giving color to the melancholy
Vital for brief a time
Scorched by heat and sun
Withering, dying
Blowing to the four winds
Hibernating
“Til winters rains return
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Joy of Nature
Natural Bridge, Virginia D.R.DiFrancesco
By: D. R. DiFrancesco
A thick canopy of green,
Funneling rain like aqueducts,
Cooling an all too parched earth.
The smell of pine,
Fragrant and sweet,
Cutting through the warm, moist air.
The gentle cushion of leaves and mulch,
Soft and inviting beneath travel weary feet,
Like heaven to the disheartened soul.
I had almost forgotten,
All this I had taken for granted in my youth,
A simple beauty wasted.
The air is hot and thick,
While rain soaks me to the skin,
My face blissfully pointed to the sky.
A triumphant crack of thunder,
Shatters the delicate tap dance of the rain on leaves,
Electrifying me with joy.
The glory of nature,
Oft overlooked and under-appreciated,
Still magnificent in all it’s splendor.
Dom DiFrancesco 