Down
the quiet road
upon
the wetted carpet
of a
million maplecopters
my
shoes are rinsed
and upon
my nylon roof
drumming,
drumming
from
the sky’s shedding, shedding
tears
of release
as I stroll
and breathe
the
misted air.
And
upon my ear
does
fall the songs
of my
neighbors,
jays
wrens
chickadees
peckers
doves
cards
chitter-chattering
filling
the air
between
the raindrops
with
song,
with
news,
with
the aliveness
of
the new day.
Gray
is the sky,
but
my heart
beams
with a sparkling Light.
agd
4.30.2020
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