Day 278 – It Lies

It Lies

Day 278

Rainy Night by Dorothy Parker

Ghosts of all my lovely sins,
Who attend too well my pillow,
Gay the wanton rain begins;
Hide the limp and tearful willow.

Turn aside your eyes and ears,
Trail away your robes of sorrow,
You shall have my further years-
You shall walk with me tomorrow.

I am sister to the rain;
Fey and sudden and unholy,
Petulant at the windowpane,
Quickly lost, remembered slowly.

I have lived with shades, a shade;
I am hung with graveyard flowers.
Let me be tonight arrayed
In the silver of the showers.

Every fragile thing shall rust;
When another April passes
I may be a furry dust,
Sifting through the brittle grasses.

All sweet sins shall be forgot;
Who will live to tell their siring?
Hear me now, nor let me rot
Wistful still, and still aspiring.

Ghosts of dear temptations, heed;
I am frail, be you forgiving.
See you not that I have need
To be living with the living?

Sail, tonight, the Styx’s breast;
Glide among the dim processions
Of the exquisite unblest,
Spirits of my shared transgressions,

Roam with young Persephone.
Plucking poppies for your slumber . . .
With the morrow, there shall be
One more wraith among your number.

The barometer lies.  It continues to move into the “fair weather” zone as it thunders outside and the rain pours down.  I normally don’t pay too much attention to it, but light reflecting on the glass caught my eye tonight and I found myself looking at this liar of a barometer.  I am going to call its bluff this coming week when the skies are supposed to clear.  It will probably tell me it is raining…

Day 160 – I am Afraid Your Car is Wet, Barry.

I am Afraid Your Car is Wet, Barry.

Day 160

Souls And Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.

So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were’t not for the wrinkles in life’s face.

Day 153 – Come in From the Rain.

Come in From the Rain

Day 153

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Day 134 – Honey, We Got Rain

Honey, We Got Rain

Day 134

there wasn’t any money but there was
plenty of rain.
it wouldn’t rain for just a night or
a day,
it would RAIN for 7 days and 7

from We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain by Charles Bukowski

Day 130 – Take Five

Take Five

Dreams in the Dusk by Carl Sandburg

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Day 129 – A Little Rain Never Hurts.

A Little Rain Never Hurts

Day 129

Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

Day 128 – Back to Basics

Back to Basics

I had not much to choose from for Day 128.  In fact, I only had one shot to choose and this is it.  I came up behind this Amish buggy and decided that it needed shooting – and not the Amish drive by variety (clip, clop, BANG!)

The weather has been rainy on and off with a system circling over us – I heard a local meteorologist calling it the Groundhog’s Day of weather.  Without this dreary weather though, we wouldn’t appreciate the sunny Autumn days that are surely around the corner.