Even rain doesn’t diminish the color exploding across our landscape. Like mythological tears the drops grant us access to a world beyond the visual. In the evening I sit outside in a sheltered chair and listen to the soft patter on the leaves, smell the damp breeze, and feel at peace.
Written by mairmusic
June 12, 2014 at 11:34 am
Posted in June
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I decided to continue on after a year, because this document had become a treasured reflective spot in my life. There are some changes in "Year 2," expanding options for my weekly poem beyond sonnet to add some other forms-- rondeau or triolet, villanelle. I added the decima in late January 2010, and the pantoum in August. Definitions of each form appear below. I continue to post a photo daily, but may post several pictures taken on one day over the course of a week if I have an interesting series. I may even post an old photo if I'm writing about something I'm thinking back to. I'll continue to have fun with this project; I hope you will too. For Year 3 I tried including other people in the self-portraits that accompany my poems, adding "Musical Sundays" to post mp3s of my music, but these petered out in a few months. This is simply a place for my daily thoughts & photos, and weekly poems in the forms I love. Onward...!
There is something quite calming about the sound of gentle summer rains.
slpmartin
June 12, 2014 at 1:49 pm
I so agree.
mairmusic
June 12, 2014 at 4:08 pm