Rain? Sleet? Mix? Snow? poems

 

From the Kitchen Table, I see...

droplets
of last night's rain
converging on roof's edge,
pausing a moment, then sparkling,
falling.
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the old house gone
petunias' final bloom
before the frost
~~

first frost
the coarse-weave blanket
holding my warmth
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the late dusk sky
backlighting the pine trees
a full day of rain
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autumn evening
a flock of geese honks
above the light rain
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two days later
a midnight rain
re-leafs my lawn