Spring Rain

Upon this dry and forlorn earth

Blue tears streak crystalline

Like voices trailing on the wind

They wash upon the soil

Figures, broken and rusted

In the bitterness of isolation

Like statues left upon the Earth

A tribute to human creation

But where be this fiery life?

For in the dust, the footprints

Of a long forgotten race

Ache with the dust of winter

The final traces of their sighs

Lingering touch upon its face

Like tears breaking a bated breath

Flow to the river's edge

Cold droplets, bitter as the sweetness

Lingering within their touch

As cold punishment, no human skin

Stands soft and fragile beneath them

No upwards faces, glittering eyes

Relishing the forgotten touch

For long has the world been isolated

From beating hearts and minds

For spring rain falls, replenishes

The surface still bared to the sky

But streaks away the last of breath

The dust of human memory

And now forth comes the final tide

Dissolving footprints in the dust

The rain washes away the time

We care to freeze in silence

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem for the season of Spring and the rain. I liked the way you described the weather and the conditions. Last line left the reader with a chill and something to think about. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you so much for your kind words, your review is very much appreciated. I am glad you've enjoyed this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[marcus]

I think its great I really like it. What about finding another word for 'earth' in line 4. 'Ground' maybe? Anyway, that's just my opinion.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you very much for your review. I intend to revise this draft, which was a little rushed when I first wrote it, and will try to correct my errors in word repetition. I very much appreciate your taking the time to comment on my poem.

[marcus]

no problem, enjoyed reading it!