Beneath the Rain
A Haiku of Solitude in a Weathered Cabin
By Jason “Jay” BenskinPublished 9 months ago • Updated 9 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Charles Givens on Unsplash
Rain carves silent trails
down old glass, hearth ember-glows—
time sleeps in the beams.
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Great one!
Great piece!
One learns a lot when listening or watching the rain. Good job.
The mix of bliss and sadness ...quite provoking.
Well-wrought! Especially that last line!
The cold, wet rain outside and the cozy glow of the hearth inside is very powerful. Leaves the reader with a sense of peace and stillness.
You captured the essence of the old cabin, the rain and the memories that were made. The beams where time sleeps. Love that a lot.
That's the beauty of rain. It transcends time.
This one carries a mystique about it. “Time sleeps in the beams,” is a curiously provocative and creative statement. It delivers a message of both activity and inactivity. There is movement while we sleep. Very interesting. Outstanding work, Dr. Jason.
😊 I Love Your Story.
How lovely.😊✍️👌