Thursday, June 22, 2023

Thursday Poem - To the Rain

Mother rain, manifold, measureless,
falling on fallow, on field and forest,
on house-roof, low hovel, high tower,
downwelling waters all-washing, wider
than cities, softer than sisterhood, vaster
than countrysides, calming, recalling:
return to us, teaching our troubled
souls in your ceaseless descent
to fall, to be fellow, to feel to the root,
to sink in, to heal, to sweeten the seas.

Ursula K. Le Guin, from So Far So Good


Mystic Meandering said...

Great Photo! :)

littlemancat said...

Sublime photo with the perfect poem. Thanks for the beauty.

Cari said...

Cate, it’s been too long since I visited your corner of beautiful musings and images. Thanks for for this beautiful poem from our sister Ursula. Blessings on the journey, dear soul.