wind driven rain
whips at the house,
rain falls through me
in waves, in recurring torrents
I’m like a spring tree,
my buds paused, my limbs wet,
water following its path
along my roots
I am not melting
though it may feel like it,
the soil will receive all of this —
my leaves will use it
to open out and grow.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2018
Yes
Dear Wendy, Your words in this poem wash over me and feel renewed and born again. You are a gifted writer sharing your experiences that are so unique.
Thank you — I’m glad my words find resonance with you —