Monday, October 26, 2026

and the rain begins

 


and the rain begins

the only sound, this morn
a soft sheet of music
as a million felt-tip pens
with green ink
dot notes for a dance
over deep meadow

listen…
a gentle hissing
whisper of water
cools your nose and brow

now begin 
brushes on drumheads
tiptoe of mandolin
dum-dum the standup bass
bring on the marimbas

ringing the end
of wildfire season
worthy of symphony
a chorus rising

soul of all life
from above

…..

First published in Peacock Journal. Thank you editor Bill Lantry

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