cold rain graying the day sluicing garden path slate and mossed green mists hang heavy in delicate bamboo limbs hiding light in pale jade leaves bowing in deep regard to winters return streaked dark bare limbs tarnished with rain silver and gleam
The months spilled, rushing down to summer
with the rain,
last falling in the dark morning,
now the clear blue of a perfect afternoon sky
How can it be that things end without thought,
just tossed as carelessly
as petals in the warm breeze?
Will you remember this May?
The May of thunder and consequences
when all that could have been
was carelessly left to wash away
in the cold night rain.
The sun is shining now
and June is already here,
just waiting in the edge of the wood,
tiptoeing across the runoff
of the hard May rains.
Mists envelope the dark roads
across the Ozarks ridge tonight,
where the moisture hangs heavy in the treetops.
We open the windows to the thick rain drenched air-
our cotton sheets feel damp
and cool,
the scent of mists and clouds fill the room.
Sounds carry across the water on nights like this,
snatches of laughter and song,
distant galaxies beyond the cove.
We listen-
lulled into slumber by the sounds of night
and the lullabies of rain
and small trilling frogs.
singing in a tongue
I don’t understand
night rain
***
lullaby of rain and thunder
sweet song of creek and river
a very good night
for floating dreams
across the lightning filled sky
rain clings to the fragrant cedar boughs
crystalline spheres
sparkle with lightning
***
percussion of rain
on the metal roof
Spring’s syncopated beat
***
deep pewter skies
dissolve into tarnished silver
rain on the water
***
clouds sit on my windowsill
waiting for me
to gossip about the rain
The geometry of space expands with the rain-
seems counter-intuitive
but true, none the less.
This is the theorem to consider:
heavy pewter clouds curve across the sky’s canvas,
reflecting into the hammered silver of the lake’s topology;
a planed landscape
sparkles with crystal spherical raindrops;
the equation of the breeze, soft as birds wings,
scented with cedar and sweet peas;
a wren singing her fractal song
of seasons green and watery,
extending a line to the horizon;
angled proof of lightning
in the symmetry of thunderstorms.
thunder fills in the corners
of dusk descending
on the three note song
of the small brown wren
night falls with the rain
How many kinds of rain
The warm spring rain
Soft against the window panes
The cold winter rain
Splotched with ice
Almost snow
The summer rain storm
Fierce and full of thunder
Leaving the dry summer leaves
Quivering in the wind
The warm winter rain
Breaking the chill of January
Bringing the mid winters thaw
The fall rain, gray and foggy
Mists rising through the falling leaves
And the rain
On the morning we met
And the rain
On the night
You left
A Theorem to Consider
the geometry of space expands with the rain-
seems counterintuitive
but true none the less.
this is the theorem to consider:
heavy pewter clouds curve across the sky’s canvas
reflecting into the hammered silver of the lake’s topology;
a planed landscape
sparkles with crystal spherical raindrops;
the equation of the breeze, soft as birds wings,
scented with cedar and sweet peas;
a wren singing her fractal song
of seasons green and watery,
extending a line to the horizon;
angled proof of lightning
in the symmetry of thunderstorms.
after the longest day of the longest week – after the longest drive in the pouring rain – a porchlight in the fog – home again
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