Jacqui
Web Glitter
A soft day, thank God!
A wind from the south
With a honey'd mouth;
A scent of drenching leaves,
Briar and beech and lime,
White elderflower and thyme,
And the soaking grass smells sweet,
Crushed by my two bare feet,
While the rain drips,
Drips, drips, drips from the eaves.
A soft day, thank God!
The hills wear a shroud
Of silver cloud;
The web the spider weaves
Is a glittering net;
The woodland path is wet,
And the soaking earth smells sweet
Under my two bare feet,
And the rain drips,
Drips, drips, drips from the leaves
Winnifred Letts, spent her childhood in Knockmarron, Eire, which may account for her poem. More famous for her wonderfully heart rending poem 'The spires of Oxford'.
Jacqui
Web Glitter
The web the spider weaves is a glittering net
Margot
Harold
Wet Way
A 'wet woodland path' taken in Spring this year
Rachael
A willow weeps!
A very rainy weekend in Winchester May 06. USA
Joanne
'And the rain drips'
. . . 'Drips, drips, drips from the leaves'
Rosemary
Foot cleaner
Soaking Grass doesn't smell quite so sweet under these!.
Joan
Terry
Colour Blur
View of fuscia through a wet pane!