Sweetest Liquors Of The Night

The sound of steady rain relieves
a constant, nagging state – a feeling
of suspension; it started late bringing
sleep as sweet as sugared dreams
and dream we did in pleasant peace.

I am awake, at my feet an old and
trusty friend, a wary dog advanced
in years who’s pleased to sleep inside,
wonders why it isn’t always so, but
frees anxiety to rain’s hypnotic beat.

My mind’s eye sees patient clouds in
blues and greens sweep majestically
over vastness brown and weeping, love
of the singing bringer ekes out smiles
were frowns have creased for weeks;

and in the coming dawn will be a
solemn revelry when sun’s rays seek
early leaves delight, grateful trees
exhaling, breathing deep and easy,
drinking sweetest liquors of the night.
© 6 June 2007, I.D. Carswell