Y
O
U
smile  as
the   r a i n s
p r e v a i l, over
the rays of the sun.

T
H
E
o n c e
blue skies,
now paled by
g r a y  clouds
w a r n   us  of  an
impending  g l o o m.

A
N
D
y e t, my
heart leaps,
At the sound
of  r a i n  falling,

F
O
R
I would
soon find you
n e x t to me, the
moment it starts to pour.

T
H
E
f e e l
of rain on
my s k i n, is
that of solace
and. w a r m t h...

I
forget
all about
time and my
worries.......It is
a  pat on my  back,
                      
O
N
E
touch so
reassuring,
as  if, it  were
your   h a n d s
caressing  my  face.

(Published 1997)


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Out in the backyard,
there's dashing and diving,
swooshing and smashing
tender leaves and twigs are breaking,
crisp, brittle branches are dropping
without much thudding...
on the ground...silently falling...

No more knocking from
the house lizards up the ceilings...
silenced are the cicadas by
these distinctive oral noises,
followed by what seems to be
a screeching sound...
robbing one of precious
sleeping hours...
clearly, they are heard
in every dark corner
of our stilled backyard...
to and fro they fly,
with no signs of presence in the sky
a plane in night flight
at least has light in sight....
in the dark, while soaring
they suddenly go plunging...
aiming on what ever they have laid
their sharp eyes and claws on...
an ugly scene, they create
of torn leaves and broken twigs,
revealed as daylight approaches...

in the meantime of this particular
pitch black late evening,
i am left wondering
why they are so energized...
so noisy,
these nocturnal winged mammals...
extraordinarily active,
so alive...
in the still of this cold, bat-ty night....

    (late night of April 9, 2014)



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan