It's getting wet outside...

Pitters and patters

All seemingly chatters

By water spirits awake

The day is chipped

By a gentle, teething grip

And the Greys and Blues

Settle the soul…

A placid stir...

The swish and swirl

Outside in the world

Brings a bath of laughs and ducks

The dirt had its place, its turn, its fun

But now the showers have begun:

To bloom…

Bashful roses unfold to invisible currents

Untold: stories of weak-kneed unions by discreet rivers

Petals flushed, loose to piercing winds

Lose to piercing winds

It rains in pink.

Trunks stroked:

divine tracing ,

familiar,

flowing,

Rediscovering: wet on wet painting…

The knowing of water digs deep without trying,

runs deep -

Dark soils of renewal

Home births to seedlings of love

Of children of Passion

Taking to Water and Wind.

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Only 5 days left! Let’s gooooo!