Rain at Dawn

A delicious thunderstorm in the April dawn

drums on east over the River…

Out my window the Robin in full voice

sings his morning prayers in the rain.

-wrensong

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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2 Responses to Rain at Dawn

  1. Libby says:

    Just beautiful – I feel both refreshed and uplifted.

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