Keep Moving On

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Linking with the Wednesday Muse # 3 "50 Shades of Rain" brought to us by Toni.
The Japanese actually have 50 different words for rain.  Today we are writing about rain, and or using one of the many wonderful and specific words they have for rain.
  Here is an example of some of these words:
kosame - light rain
enu - misty rain
shun rin - spring rain
uhyou - freezing rain
and the one I have chosen to use: nagame - long rain
Thank you for this wonderful prompt Toni! I learn something cool and new every week!

Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry #446

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
 ~John Vance Cheney


I suppose even God needs a change sometimes
to move the rocks on shifting sands
to turn the heat of summer
to cooling rains
long ago when storms would arise
and thunder struck
my grandfather would say
"all is okay
God is moving furniture"
years later
in the heat of July
and the storms of life
I moved my own
the piano and couch to storage
my clothes to a friends
I suppose even the heart needs a change sometime
a woman's tears can be like a nagame in the July of Japan
seeming to never end

then like lightening
a change happens
and we move onward
for the heart has seasons
that change like summer
into autumn's cooler breeze
we have to move through
each one slowly
stepping through like a child
learning to walk
always moving
for life changes
and so must we
in storms and dry spells
if we are breathing
we shall rise again
and keep moving on.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Precipitation Not Expected

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 33 

and Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform

They're not hot flashes — they're power surges. ~Author unknown

I used to be a wild storm that riled the August seas

then I was a drought that killed a weeping willow tree

I settled into a snow fall that lingered through many winters so cold and strong

and now I am a hot flash of summer that lasts all decade long.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Torn Between Two Lovers

 

"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart." ~Victor Hugo



It's the last big freeze of the season I suppose....and then it will move toward spring.  I do love the spring, but it is the fall that truly holds my heart.





My heart is torn between two lovers
the golden autumn and the budding spring

my eyes are slaves to each one's beauty
yet their vision of glory makes me a king

I follow where they lead me
down the paths of season's steady flow

as I long to capture them both completely
but like a fickle girl they always let me go

no heart can truly serve two masters
nor hold more than one lover within it's grasp

so I shall be an ever restless admirer
of two loves whose true promise I cannot have.