Mary Rogers Glowczwskie
2 min readMay 23, 2021


I hear the pitter-patter

of rain dropping

on the canvas umbrella


Now humming to its own beat

as the Earth receives


A drink for the tired and weary

something like nourishment

for the soul

The crags and crevices

where the river runs through it

and life blooms and blossoms

where one might least expect


It makes me think

of love. of loss. of grief

and all the ways

a human heart can split in two

Of beauty and resurrection



I watch as a voyeur

from the window

as blooms bow their heads

in reverence. in prayer

Baptized by rolling clouds of gray


A rose peaks through

her crimson lashes

while another lifts her face to the sky

Another bloom faces me, intimately

and I avert my eyes


As a tear rolls down my cheek

Overwhelmed by the beauty

Music notes dance in the wind

Primal cries and lullabies

Bird songs, life

and the steady buzz of hummingbird wings


My soul is drenched in blessings


A tsunami of emotions

erupt from within

The storm in my heart

Mirrored and echoed in nature


Lightening strikes

Sparks fly

I beckon to the roses,

“Open your eyes”

There’s comfort in knowing

that even the heavens cry



Mary Rogers Glowczwskie

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