There Will Come Soft Rains

For today’s prompt, write an abundance poem.

There Will Come Soft Rains

The hills are erupting gold
an abundance of green
covering winter’s grays

Spring coats the pavement
with a fine chartreuse dust
irritating the corners of my eyes

January could not quite sterilize
and life is infecting the land
like mold on neglected cheese

Imagine a peaceful world
of stolid rock and clean water
of pristine sands and tides

of soft rain filling rivers
pure for nothing alive to drink


(Title stolen from Sara Teasdale who did it better.)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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9 Responses to There Will Come Soft Rains

  1. Bill says:

    Wonderful treat.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Bart,

    Love the way narrator is reading the details in nature and projecting about how that will continue. A couple of tiny nits, I think you meant infected instead of infecting, did you mean stolid rock? or solid rock?. I would end at after nothing. The wording is a little awkward there at the end.

    Hope any of that helps

    On Thu, Apr 7, 2022 at 4:30 PM Bartholomew Barker, Poet wrote:

    > Bartholomew Barker posted: ” For today’s prompt, write an abundance poem. > There Will Come Soft Rains The hills are erupting goldan abundance of > greencovering winter’s grays Spring coats the pavementwith a fine > chartreuse dustirritating the corners of my eyes January ” >

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