It started as a cloudy-spotted sky with slight drops of rain. As we traveled from Long Island, over the Tappan Zee Bridge, and up Route 17, the rain became more frequent. The sky, a shade of gray, provided the canvas for nature's paintbrush. Verdant green hues flanked the highway on either side. They flashed by quickly as we drove north to our destination in Central New York. Awed by the grandeur of the paint chip scene, I began a series of camera shots to preserve the beauty. Surprised by the colors of this spring day, I sat back to reflect during the quiet moments after the shower. The wooded countryside had a tranquil quiet and I experimented with word choice as I wrote.
Rain is grace;
rain is the sky descending to the earth;
without rain, there would be no life.
Now, travel with me to Margaret Simon's blog where she is hosting Poetry Friday this week from Louisiana. You will be delighted to read some of her students Nature Pi-Kus. Perhaps, you would like to spend some quiet moments outside reading, reflecting, and writing a poem about what you notice.
If you missed my post last week showcasing Poetry Friday friends who offered beautiful digital inspirations for Abundant Autumn Mini-Gallery, please click here.