Year: 
2015

The air cools and the leaves of the trees lift
And flutter
In the rising wind.
The clouded sky casts no shadows
But gives the light an almost luminous clarity.

I look across the yard, past the trees
And the old wire fence
To the rusted tin shed across the alley.
Barren branches of a pin oak tree
Scratch across its roof as the wind grows.
The neither red nor pink blossoms
Of an untamed Japonica
Float in the air in front of the rusted shed
And glow in the unusual light.

The wind builds and carries the smell
Of rain
And fresh-cut grass
Rain spattered on hot pavement
And I know the rain is close.
A few drops, fat drops, begin to fall
Then the wind dies and the rain fades, stops.

Just a tease.
Then I hear the roar
Of approaching rain, the real rain
Fat drops coming down
And it’s a torrent.

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xplorer59's picture


I wrote this poem after sitting on the back steps of my house one late summer afternoon, mesmerized by the unusual glow of filtered sunlight on the Japonica blossoms. It was published in 2015 in my book "Falling Water- Stories & Poetry".

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