Thursday, April 12, 2012

april 12

After a Month of Rain

Everything I thought I wanted
is right here,
particularly when the sun
is making such a comeback,

and the lilac engorged
with purple has recovered
from its severe pruning,
and you will be back soon

to dispel whatever it is
that overtakes me like leaf blight,
even on a day like this. I can still
hear remnants of the rain

in the swollen stream
behind the house, in the faint
dripping under the eaves,
persistent as memory.

And all the things I didn't think
I wanted, cut like the lilac back
to the root, push up again
from underground.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

April 3, 2012

Rain all morning as it does.
Her belly like an apple
about to drop. Any day now
any day now              now.
Outside the ducks
are wearing their best colors
despite the heaviness of rain.

By afternoon the dogwood
has bloomed before my eyes.
Pink camellia petals scatter
the wet drive and even I
can see,
all good things
come to those who wait.