Rain always brings
a rush of poetry
to my heart
With spring comes
a livening
of the spirit
and I feel one
with green things
Winter is over
I sit on the stairs at night
once again
Rainy day
the soggy earth
squelching underfoot
Spring brings
an outrage of
nasturtium flowers
Nasturtium flowers
looking back at me
through the rain
Unnoticed
the violet flowers
for itself
Spring in this land of
evergreens
its subtle changes
Dark glossy leaves and
the tender pink flush of spring
lilly-pilly tree
Here a small pansy
clinging close to the earth
and there a tall tree
City pollution
disappearing for a while
as the rain comes down
The sweet earth
receives
the falling rain
and her children
smile
Soft leaves of green herbs
nestled in straw coloured mulch
catching raindrops
In the gentle rain
bright green mint leaves quiver
as the drops fall
Rusty guttering
rain water drip-dropping
onto the earth
Marigold circle
bright yellow flowers smiling
at the sun
My soul lives down where
the dark moist leaves decompose
on the forest floor
Forest floor
wet leaves
return to the soil
The oriole calls
to remind me that spring
is here again
The paper-thin skin
on my old woman's hands
softly wrinkling
This cracked old wall
toeholds in the crevices
for mosses and ferns
Spring returning
the dragonfly bends the reed
of the bulrush
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