RAIN GARDEN

(a double English Sonnet)  
   
   
The petals of her flowers blooming red  
To show the depth of her undying gift.  
As flowing silver rivulets ascend,  
The ringlets of her tresses, breezes shift.          
          
These flowers that are rare and seldom picked          
Will bloom when each full moon is in its phase.  
Its waxing dappled light among them mixed  
That gives to them their eerie, ghostly haze.  
 
Then waves of rushing showers' piercing flight  
As clouds surround to summon thunder's clap.  
Till once again returning comes the night   
To hide away its plunder's seep and pap.  
 
Embracing everything that rain adorns  
Brings scent to stir a love she's always worn.  
 
She runs her fingers through the dampened grade,  
Her roots to drink the deluge from the storm.    
The gardener, who is near, lays down his spade,  
And 'neath a leafy refuge is reborn.  
 
So from cocoon begins the arc of life,  
More intimate, more than our minds can hold.  
Stone gods, the ancients did immortalize,  
And still, the trees of worship to behold.  
 
To reach and then embrace her grace and such  
In Flora's and in Fauna's harmony.  
While evermore will Nature bring her touch  
To ev'rything that eye and lens can see.    
   
Let order, even now, her force restore;  
In time, evolve the way things were before.      
     
       
       
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