the rain has put me in a mood

July Rain

The rain has put me in a mood;
the kitchen is clean
and there are fresh sheets on the bed;
the dog has had a walk
between sprinkles
and down pours;

I have written three letters
and raised the red flag on the mailbox;

I thought about calling
and thought about writing
and thought about shouting
your name;

But you left,
now a long time ago;
a year passed and ashes, ashes
we all fell down.

Like raindrops
and teardrops
and late summer days
into fall.

Summers Ebb

dove

The sharp retort of the jays cries
strike the air,
his grief too much for the cedars to bear.
What greater woe is there
than summers ebb?

Yellowing leaves, spent and melancholy,
rain down
as though weeping,
for their passing will soon be forgotten
in winters bare and spare air.

The elegies of wing and wind-
the sighing trees sorrow
in the mourning doves song
of summers passing.

*revision*