and the rain came


and the rain came
misting softly at first
almost warm to the skin

we were fooled
thinking it was saved
drought over and done

the misting turned dark
the winds northerly moaned
the chill of fall descended

rain so needed puffs the birds
sends the geese honking south
drives the horses to running

grey skies announce the summer
ending and the fall beginning
and yet we watch the webs

spider webs, still secure, waiting
until the warm fall winds move them
Indian summer will come for us

warm winds, teasing rains and birds
birds moving south, moving north
flying, resting, eating and singing

the chill of fall chases me to my covers
duvets soft and warm pilled high
sueded blankets and snuggling

the leaves start to surrender
blanketing grass and lingering
wildflowers for a winter sleep

we were fooled by the rain
when it came it brought a
chilly reprieve forboding

winter’s arms i don’t miss
so I’ll dream of Indian days
flying spider webs and warmth

gathering the rich harvest
soaking up the last fall rays
storing it up, packing it away

no fear of wild fires now
it is wet and chilly, too cold
for flaming mischief

dogs burrow on the bed
tails wagging, noses under hands
loving to cuddle and sleep

the drought ended along with summer
the farmer rejoices for rain
waits to finish the fields

the gardener mourns
gathers wildflower seeds
blankets the last plants

eight months of winter
is getting too long
my summer times too short

2011 Shanyn Silinski copyright



  1. Kim Nelson said,

    September 9, 2011 at 2:07 pm

    8 months of winter…
    You helped me feel the reality of a very foreign climate, as I live in the Sonora Desert and summer lingers eternal…

    • shanyns said,

      September 9, 2011 at 2:24 pm

      Kim – I would love your desert, and I suppose it is a foreign climate even though we are both in North America, I’m more north 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and leaving your comments.

  2. Mike Patrick said,

    September 9, 2011 at 2:41 pm

    Shanyns, it is rare I find a fresh new blog penned with such skill and grace. It is obvious this isn’t your first attempt at poetry. You have a rare gift for free verse. It will be interesting to see if you can maintain a blog where every posting is wonderful. So far, so good.

    • shanyns said,

      September 9, 2011 at 2:51 pm

      Mike – I think I’ve been attempting poetry since I was old enough to write. Thank you for coming by, and leaving your encouragement and the challenge too! Not sure if they will all be wonderful, but if they are ugly they’ll be stunningly ugly! 🙂

  3. September 9, 2011 at 10:56 pm

    Thanks for all your help and involvement w/ the meme, Shanyn– you’ve evoked the tilt of the earth to autumn– many lovely images here. xxxj btw i posted a new second poem. hey– what has become of zoe? xx

    • shanyns said,

      September 9, 2011 at 11:29 pm

      You are most welcome Jenne, I should be thanking you for getting me back on the poetry ‘wagon’! 🙂 I’m looking forward to your other poem, on my way there now. Zoe has been busy with her school but is looking forward to coming back soon!

  4. CC Champagne said,

    September 11, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    Beautiful words! Once again you evoke such elaborate imagery! Bravo (and I know what you mean about the long winters, being in Sweden myself)!!!

    • shanyns said,

      September 11, 2011 at 2:31 pm

      Sweden! What a lovely country, and yes you would know about long winters! Thanks so much for coming by and leaving some love!

  5. fallenelegy said,

    September 11, 2011 at 3:38 pm

    beautiful melodic verses. when summer heat is high we long for cool autumns and when our winters get colder we want the summer back.
    i loved the way you painted scenes with this poem, spiderwebs the dogs the harvest and the contrasting emotions of a farmer and gardener. keep writing.

    • shanyns said,

      September 11, 2011 at 6:51 pm

      Fallen – Thank you for coming by, and leaving such encouraging words. I will keep writing, and sharing, I hope to see you here again. I miss summer in the middle of winter, but long for fall in the heat of summer…

  6. September 14, 2011 at 7:55 pm

    an elegant place here, love the rich color and admirable thoughts tugged here.

    Greetings: Glad to discover your blog and your poetry talent is profound.

    Poetry Rally week 51 is under the way, it would be a delight to have you in,

    A free verse or a poem of your choice is welcome!

    Bless your Wednesday!
    Hope to see you share.
    The Poetry Palace!

    • shanyns said,

      September 14, 2011 at 8:32 pm

      Thank you for coming by, and for staying around to read some poetry. And also thank you for the kind invitation, I’ll take a look right away. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

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