Tag: Summer

As he stood in his robe and gazed

Through the glass

His eyes yet blurry

And speech somewhat slurry

With hair still tussled a bit

Through the window he watched the rain

Gently falling

And dripping from pines

The White Pine’s tines

The Jack Pine and Blue Spruce too

An unassuming rain it was

With encouraging promptings

Of later sleeping

And quiet keeping

Of moving a little slower today

As birds searched for branches

And squirrels for cover

Deer nestled into briers

And raccoons retired

For today God gave them falling rain

So as he stood in his robe and gazed

Through the glass

Calmly he smiled

At the rain cool and mild

And returned himself to his bed

anthony forrest