Posted by: John Looker | 13 July, 2010

SUMMER RAIN


SUMMER RAIN

There are certain summer mornings when the rain drifts
sideways, almost a mist, and all is doused
in a wash of silvers and greys: colours from a palette
of pebble and lichen, herring gull and trout.

Sun hats are thrown aside
in favour of anoraks. Plans
are revised. Do we miss the sun?
The primary blue, the glare? Well, yes.

But the air is fresh and sweet and raindrops cling
to wires and glistening leaves. Snails will inch
out from the hedges shining, while we just drift
idly: from breakfast … to morning coffee … to lunch.


© John Looker 2010

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  1. Your poems are always worth waiting for, John. This has a wonderfully dreamy, indolent feel to it – and I really love your ‘palette of pebble and lichen, herring gull and trout’. Super.

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  2. Thanks a lot, Nick. I’m glad you think the piece works.

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  3. Hi, John. Sorry I took a little to write you again. I have subscribed to your blog, but up to yesterday I hadn’t had the chance to give your poems the time for reading they deserve. I want to congrat you for another beautiful peace of writing. Although seasons are not so well-defined here in Brazil, through your poems I can understand how people feel the seasons pass by in the northern hemisphere.
    Hope to hear from you again.
    Hugs,

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    • Thanks José Ruy. It’s kind of you to comment. I have another poem ready to post in a day or two, ostensibly about summer storms, so I hope you will like it. I haven’t seen any new posts on your own English language site recently, but when you have time I shall be very interested.

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  4. The first stanza is very evocative of your topic – Summer rain – for an ex-pat in Australia for more than half a life-time.
    the palette is particularly nice – and equally applicable to summer rain in this neck.
    Here the lichen sometimes deepens to British Racing Green, foretelling hail.
    btw, thank you for your comment on my blog – you are the first stranger to post a comment there.

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    • Thanks a lot John – glad the poem hits the spot! (I’m sure you’ll have plenty other visitors to your own blog)

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  5. “Snails will inch
    out from the hedges shining, while we just drift
    idly: from breakfast … to morning coffee … to lunch”
    aww I love this!
    what a picture it conjures!

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    • Thank you Evelyn, that’s really nice of you! Re-reading this poem myself makes me long for summer again.

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  6. Love the snails and the slow drifting from one thing to the next : )

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  7. Reblogged this on Poetry from John Looker and commented:

    I first posted this in 2010. I was prompted to look at it again after reading a new poem by Anna Mark on her blog at:
    https://fromaflower.wordpress.com/2015/08/06/campsite-28-osa-lake-killarney/#comment-2494
    Also we are having a wet few days here in England.

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  8. I love this John; I love all your poetry. You are such an accomplished poet; I am learning a lot from you and others such as Cynthia Jobin and and and… I know we all have our own poetic voices and mine is what it is but I am always looking to improve my writing. I am still very much a novice in the poetry world. 😊

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    • Thank you Chris, but your poems touch the hearts of a wide readership. Wider than mine.

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  9. Bequeaths a lovely sense of lethargy while being very carefully told. Which simply put means very well-written, John.

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    • That’s very generous Bart — thank you!

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