a languorous rain
drums its fingers on my sill
and cries itself out
.
.
.
….Read more of Barb Heath’s haiku.
….And be sure to check out her haiku on Twitter.
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Tags: Barb Heath, rainFebruary 24th, 2010
a languorous rain
drums its fingers on my sill
and cries itself out
.
.
.
….Read more of Barb Heath’s haiku.
….And be sure to check out her haiku on Twitter.
Nice! Love the sound of the word “languorous” and it fits so well here.
Comment by Sarah — February 24, 2010 @ 5:47 am
I, too, was planning to comment on the use of the word “languorous.” Its lovely!
Comment by Kelly — February 24, 2010 @ 8:35 am
Ah, it’s raining today so it’s especially nice to read this haiku today. Rain is such a release and I love how the last line portrays this. This poem has such a wonderful mood.
Comment by Alison — February 24, 2010 @ 12:58 pm
I spent a long time with a thesaurus before I settled on “languorous!” I still think it’s the only word that says *exactly* what I want here.
Comment by Barb — February 26, 2010 @ 9:48 pm