“The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
While poetry is not my usual choice of writing form (I tend to write too “long” to craft any good poems, LOL), I enjoy reading it…especially poems that evoke images, both sensory and emotional. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets because he combines that with another of my great loves: Nature.
This poem seemed fitting to me today. I, too, know how the flowers felt, and yet there is something beautiful in that.
Without the more violent “pushing and pelting” in life, we would never fully appreciate our moments of sun-dappled peace.
Without the bitter we would never taste the sweet.