It’s the day after Christmas and
the rain falls, first a light mist just
to get us used to it, then a steady
falling like the currents of the river
two blocks away. The air smells
clean and wet, the birds are
chirping and fluttering in the old
pear tree – are they singing good
wishes for the New Year as the
rain washes away the doubts and
regrets of the past to make way for
the hopes and anticipation of the
future? Or is it only my foolish
daydreaming once again, wishing
away reality.
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Reality is what you make of it, I reckon.
Thanks for sharing.
No, it’s all true : )
Rivers are for cleaning a land and people’s sins, tears, regrets … rain comes and cleans up too, bringing good news for the year ahead. It’s raining here in Florida, washing away the friggen heat … Wishful thinking that it’s here for my benefit, but it can handle our conceit, I figure .. Brendan
not foolishness at all…we need to let go and look forward…i like the positive outlook…
You create a good sense of place in this poem…easy for me to “be there” since I also live two blocks from a river. But so far, no rain. Only cold, cold, cold.
oh i do think they chirped their well wishes..and who knows what the rain really does..? smiles
As I see it, the world is how we perceive it. So no, not foolish daydreaming.
We hear the hope we need
“are they singing good
wishes for the New Year as the
rain washes away the doubts and
regrets of the past to make way for
the hopes and anticipation of the
future?”
Love the structure of the piece and the questions … nope, not foolish to me
ah, wishing reality away, I do know that feeling. Comes often for me during this time of year. I like the thought of seeing that old pear tree – nice visual. thanks!