“Leaves & Rain” — C.Birde, 10/16
Autumn rain —
a deep breath
after hectic Summer;
a vivid
and saturated
respite.
— C.Birde, 10/16
Autumn Rain — An Image
Nightjars & Damselflies
The writing and photography of Carrie Birde
“Leaves & Rain” — C.Birde, 10/16
Autumn rain —
a deep breath
after hectic Summer;
a vivid
and saturated
respite.
— C.Birde, 10/16
Nightjars & Damselflies 
the colors in the photograph are wonderful. that deep red! it’s interesting that autumn is seen as a respite from “hectic Summer.” but i think for many people autumn is their favorite season. we are hoping for a bit of rain tomorrow which might help quell some of the forest fires here in California. we desperately need the moisture.
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Thank you, and yes, I, too, love Autumn in all its colors and moods. 🙂 We, here in the northeast, have been suffering from too little rain, as well; no one has mentioned the official “D” word (drought), and it certainly doesn’t compare to California’s, but it is, nonetheless, unsettling. I don’t personally understand our collective obsession with “beautiful sunny days!”, as if rain were among those four-letter words we’re not supposed to utter beyond a close-knit circle of friends. I love rain. One of my favorite poems, by Beatrice Goldsmith, sums it up beautifully — do you know her? May I take up a great deal of space and place her poem here?
Rain, by Beatrice Goldsmith
Said Constance, with the rain deep in her hair
“This is spring cider — and the wind and I
Am drunk and crazy — oh my dear — ” her voice
Was full of rain and laughter, and her eyes
Were green and wild, “My dear
I have known other kinds rain —
Rain bouncing madly off my knees and toes
Into a lake to break its top like glass —
And then one day rain thin and good and gold
With the sun out — and rain
Upon a certain sultry night like steam
That silvered all the grass and choked my throat —
But this — ” her lashes, spangled black and wet,
Shot up and made her eyes like mad green stars —
“But this I tell you — ” and her hands were cupped
Like small pale blossoms, petals spilling cold
Withe wine, “It was for this
The wind and I were waiting — we and spring.”
I always need to catch my breath after reading that…!
Thank you for indulging me this space to share 🙂
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Thanks so much for providing this lovely poem and the introduction to a fine poet. And as I write this, we are having a rain shower!
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Oh autumn, just beautiful 🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁
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We should sing songs to Autumn! 🙂
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