Two words for rain unveiled a season in rural life.
Juno revealed she was married, where was her ring?
On a blashy day, she showed her face, hid froth
Collected from runny streams in summer showers.
Month by month another piece was exposed.
Some parts left obscured by the sun,
Others turned back into their own shadow.
I would love to be the girl she has become.
2 thoughts on “Beggar’s Barm”
A beautiful one.
“Others turned back into their own shadow.” Deep…
Thanks Terveen. I am glad you enjoyed the poem.