Rain Poem
The rain was like a little mouse,
quiet, small and gray.
It pattered all around the house
and then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
indoors at all, until
it found an open window and
left tracks across the sill
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by Becky's Book Reviews.
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4 comments:
I'm always amazed at how the photographs on your blog match so well with the poems. Gorgeous..
I love the idea of the rain as a little bit of animal that creeps around and goes away and leaves the occasional track - but fortunately no droppings. I think in Glasgow, it's a bigger animal, nothing petite like a mouse, because the tracks are VERY noticeable! Still, I'm grateful that it does come and go... and eventually it will go for more than ten minutes at a time!
I love this, and my girls will, too!
I love Elizabeth Coatsworth, and I'd love some rain right about now.
Thanks, Suzanne : )
Hi Suzanne,
I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to tell me the name of the book that Elizabeth Coatsworth's Rain Poem appears in?
My email address is: matt.linton @ qsa.qld.edu.au (without the spaces around the @).
Her work is marvelous!
Thank you in advance.
Matt Linton
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