Category: rain
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mid-morning rain haiku
scent your hair with rain drops from finger tips of trees fragrant rot of spring 5-3-21
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untitled Ridvan poem
in the deepest trench of the ocean drops that once fell upon the tops of the highest mountains still retain memories of the sun 4-28-21 (Today is the Baha’i holy day, The 9th Day of Ridvan and during prayer this came to me.)
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wet paint
Before rain comes to fill my ears with neighborhood gossip, I gathered yard debris, admired the blooming azaleas, the last blood red camellia, I plan to sit outside on the porch, attempt, once more, to hack recursive algorithms, fractal Pollack patterns petals drip in homage on moss or maybe, I’ll take a nap. 3-31-21
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Beatitudes
Blessed is the morning Blessed is the coffee Blessed is the sun before the rain Blessed are the birds that dampen the traffic noise Blessed is the train that wails and the siren song that fades Blessed is the drone of the plane that stays aloft Blessed are the dog walkers, the couples, the skateboarders,…
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celebrations for a grey day
warm rain drips from trees yellow pools of pollen dust confused frogs sing colors glisten wet street lights stutter on early birds celebrate spring water tins rain spouts rivulets race in the street time to take a nap 3-26-21
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alliterative tanka (5-7-5-7-7)
moist misty morning drizzle drip drops dim daylight whispers wet wakings murmur…murmur…murmuring rhythmic rivulets reply 3-16-21
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winter rain haikus
rain drops are blameless concentric circles collide winter weeps all day green water swimmers long-legged blue heron, grey geese and yellow pollen stamens and pistils white blossoms dancing in rain fall exhausted to ground 3-16-21
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Turning the debri
After the rain you put on old shoes and step outside to consolidate debris you gathered yesterday at the curb With a shovel you turn it over into itself and find despite nature’s best efforts the center is still dry untouched, unwashed and unclean 3-3-21
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Rain
rain patter train wail water in drain pipe red birds and wrens dance in yard squirrels and feral cats are in hiding stand under a roof by the pond sip coffee from a big blue cup watch tennis ball bob In winter rain 1-15-21
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Chill
“Some feel the rain. Others just get wet” Bob Marley (and several others) no umbrella no rain coat long way to house hurrying won’t keep you dry no sense in rushing luxuriate in sensations of chill winter rain you will be home soon enough take shoes off at door remove wet clothes feet on the…
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