<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Morning Rain I stand at the open window, I begin to wonder The full view of a sunset And the wind I blink and turn from the window. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jason Sturner<\/strong> grew up in the Fox River Valley area of Illinois, where he has worked as an elevator operator, rock drummer, graphic designer, naturalist and botanist. He currently lives near the Great Smoky Mountains. His\u00a0website can be found here<\/a>.\u00a0<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Morning Rain for Kelly Sturner This morning there was much rain, forcing the birds into trees, the butterflies beneath leaves. I stand at the open window, listening for the cool silence between raindrops. I begin to wonder about time machines, about being fully absorbed into the future: The full view of a sunset […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3919","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3919"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3921,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919\/revisions\/3921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor Kelly Sturner
\n<\/em>
\nThis morning there was much rain,
\nforcing the birds into trees,
\nthe butterflies beneath leaves.<\/p>\n
\nlistening for the cool silence
\nbetween raindrops.<\/p>\n
\nabout time machines,
\nabout being fully absorbed into the future:<\/p>\n
\nfrom our porch chairs,
\na cat resting at our feet.
\nFaces aged, a hand
\nholding a hand.<\/p>\n
\ncomes down from flowered hills,
\nfilling the home with fragrances.
\nEverything is golden orange
\nlike a softly glowing jewel.<\/p>\n
\nAnother routine day begins.
\nThe echoes of my heartbeat
\nwill mingle with the rain.<\/p>\n