After the Rain

Thursday was another day of blessed, soaking rain, pattering on the metal roof and bringing healing relief to our long-parched fields and woods.

At last, in late afternoon, the clouds began to roll away to the east where the setting sun tinted them with pink and rose and gold.

And then a moonrise -- just two days shy of full.

So much beauty.

No oil to read by . . .
I am off to bed
But ah! . . .
My moonlit pillow

An appropriate haiku by Basho (1644 - 1694), probably the greatest of haiku writers.

Go here for Kay Byer's lovely poem "Full Moon."