Member Poem

Dark clouds approach the field,
gaining speed.
I hurry into the woods
as drizzle spits,
wind shaking acorns,
bits of nests, and moss.
My scalp gets wet just as I reach
the road. No cars to offer a lift home.
I run, panting, faint blue sky on my right,
dark gray, my left.
A sudden rainbow forms,
a vibrant arc footed in pine tree tops.
I push my pace. A second
rainbow glimmers,
crowning the first.
I run the weather’s edge,
half-wet, half-dry,
in sun-soaked rain
and make safe passage to my mailbox.
Surely, good news
hides inside the damp envelope.