Spring Rainsong

It's Spring, and we're renovating! (Yes, I know, it's been Spring for several weeks, but all the snow's finally gone.) We had our first spring rain this week. It got cold later, but it was warm for a few days, at least. Oh well. Warm weather is coming!
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unnoticed,
the screw is loose again
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beating
against the window,
the first moth
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mother cat
acts like
her kittens
.........

Spring Rainsong

Spring is a time for beginnings, a time for firsts. Fledglings leave the nest for the first time. The ground thaws, and the first shoots appear. The snow melts, and the first spring rain washes winter's grime down the drain.

riverbed
in the roadside sand

The falling rain holds the world in a gentle embrace. The streets are quiet, empty. An afternoon calm. There are no signs of life save the grasses and the trees, slowly emerging from dormancy. The colors are muted, darkened. Only the greens stand out, made bright and slick by the steady rain. The world seems neither here nor there. A twilight world suspended half in, half out of this reality. It seems pulled in two directions: to a future of emptiness and a past of legend.

the slate shingle
loses its features
to the rain

The rain falls. Pools form. Later, they will reflect the sky, but now they are dark. Blank pools, full of memory. As the snow melts, things emerge. Things long lost, but changed by their long solace out of sight. Some things we would rather forget. The rain washes over them all, wearing them away.

the past
follows sand
down the storm drain

Spring is a time for beginnings.