Thursday, February 16, 2006

Rain In Red Pajamas

When rain falls on steep-sloped roofs,
and chases leaves in gutters to the ground,
it maintains its first born hue.

It drips from thin, bare limbs,
hangs out on high rise hedges,
crystal clear shimmering in the sun.

But, strip the earth of top soil skin,
and expose the sinews of Georgia red clay,
the tiny wet rascals slip into clingy, red pajamas,
and stay,
and stay,
and stay!

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

8 comments:

Aurora said...

I really like this one.:)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

good one

catnapping said...

this is good stuff!

tiny wet rascals slip into clingy, red pajamas,
and stay,
and stay,
and stay!

bigshoulders said...

i like this poem, Pat. i grew up in NC, and familiar with red clay, indeed.

nice poem.

Nick Zegarac said...

Loved it, Pat. Evocative, thrilling and stay...and stay...and stay some more.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks guys! Got a project we've been waiting to start for a month and can't because of the rain!!!!! and more on the way!

bre said...

I LOVE IT...You do a great job of telling a story with your poetry...The imagery is very well done....I still think you should right a book.

floots said...

nice one
i spent many years in devon uk
another land of red soil
i especially liked that rainy repetitive ending