Rain Alchemist

She’s nature’s scribe

As the cold morning breeze started its course, 

The wind chimes on her porch jingled, 

Resonating vibrations tuning to her heart, 

She sat next to her window, lost, thoughtful

Her old leathered scroll, spread on the table

A quill shaped pen, stuck, in her twisting fingers

While she stared at the morning sky, blankly

As if she was  breathing the nature inside her, 

The smell of earth, the cold air , the song

Of the birds and the clanging notes of the chimes

A golden thread of thoughts floated from the cloud 

surrounding her soul like a bright ringed halo

While she worded thoughts on the rusty pages

As a scribe to tales directly narrated by nature

Her writings have always been one of kind 

For it comes from a very beautiful mind!

Side note : Dedicated to a good friend who is also an exceptional writer and poet.

Published by Rain Alchemist

I am Vinayak and I go by the poetry name Rain Alchemist. Writing has been my passion from a long time and this blog is to contain the reservoir of my work. I am not a genre specific writer, I believe thoughts have endless forms and can be shaped into any genre. I am grateful that I can express my thoughts through my poems and writings. I love reading great work and would be delighted to meet like minded poets and writers. That's all for now, and yes, if you do visit my blog, do say hello, I would be delighted if you say hi. Thanks

12 comments

  2. Wow… This poem is so lovely…. The words are perfectly woven into a beautiful piece… I remembered my morning last month when I sat in the balcony to write early morning🌸🌸

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