Rain gods

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Spring
is the oldest season
and I celebrate

as rain
beads silver
on my lids
and lashes

(this is
the oldest dance)

water
shines
in tangled hair

wind
caresses
my naked face

this April
afternoon

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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