RAINY DAYS
Rain Birds
Balancing on the washing line,
Until the wind
Blows them off.
Rain witches
Swooping down in showers
Of grey drops
And dying leaves.
Rain ghosts
Tapping on the window,
Not stopping
Until someone lets them in.
Rainbows
Bringing old memories made new.
Your hair beaded
With raindrops,
Your smile
Putting the grey day
To shame.
Open the window,
Now.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Beautiful.. Your poems are just so eloquently written. One could actually visualize and be there while reading. 🙂
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Another gem Gwen. You’re amazing with your words. Love it. I’m letting the rain in, to drench me to my soul. Thanks for this beauty.
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Thank you, Sundaram. But you’re no slouch. The clarity and melody of your prose stands out. I think writers are very like greengrocers with the balancing, the choosing, the careful placing of each word! Glad you liked the poem and thank you again.
Gwen.
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Thank you so much for your kind comment. I always hope that anyone reading my poems will feel like that.
Gwen.
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You’re welcome Gwen…and yes it’s a never ending process of balancing the words, and shuffling the sentences to make them look and flow the best, and most impactful. That’s all the joy we seek…☺🍀☺🙏
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Beautiful write.
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So kind. I like your poetry, too.
Gwen.
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My pleasure 🙂
Thank you so much kindly 🙂
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That’s a lovelyyy right up🙂❤❤
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