The image hidden in the droplets is a symbol of the flower of life expressed by sacred Geometry .
The morning’s tardy dawn,
hidden amongst overnight embers
prodded to glow, gave the nod
to an easing of the burden,
as cloying warmth no longer
held claim to the window’s gape,
deferring instead to the brash chill
of a sweetness forgotten.
And the sky
trawled its leaden and brimful clouds
across a heavy grey, almost rolling,
spilling expectancy as it closed,
before finally it let go, steeping
the earth in falling relief,
its sudden fury losing the thud
of droplets within its timpani drama.
And the garden suckled greedily
eager for its return to green,
puddles soon sank into the earth,
while leaves were all movement,
flapping and bowing
under the relentless arrival,
I could do nothing but part
the drapes and watch the curtains
of rain pulled to.