The orange fire of morning sky
blazes through birthing branches
green with sprigs of spring.
Wrens announce their intentions
to live this day as a breeze from the west
kicks buds of oak-leaf hydrangeas toward the sky.
A grey bank of clouds fights to claim territory.
Soft pit pats, pit pat across patios, sidewalks and roof-top shingles
forewarn the burst arriving against the earth.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
becomes relentless.
Bolts, sharp and direct,
provoke clouds to participate
in the deluge.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
shifts gears to softness.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
owns the day.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
The orange fire of morning sky
blazes through birthing branches
green with sprigs of spring.
Wrens announce their intentions
to live this day as a breeze from the west
kicks buds of oak-leaf hydrangeas toward the sky.
A grey bank of clouds fights to claim territory.
Soft pit pats, pit pat across patios, sidewalks and roof-top shingles
forewarn the burst arriving against the earth.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
becomes relentless.
Bolts, sharp and direct,
provoke clouds to participate
in the deluge.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
shifts gears to softness.
Rain, beloved by some
disfavored by others,
owns the day.
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