Oh for peace of place
I seek around me
And all the while
Forgetting to look within
Calm and quiet after stormy skies
Have spent their fiery passion
Leaving moist grass in the dramatic evening sky
And let me be still to listen
poem
Rain
It rains soft and temperate
On thawed soil
For the first time in seven months.
The sound on the hard deck
On metal roof
On ground still bare and brown
Startles the sleeping dog
Used to the silence of the snow.
We step out to soak in the odor
Short lived sweet smell
Evoking memories of running through puddles
On pavement
Somewhere far away in suburbia.
The easy release and laughter have followed me here
Will follow wherever I am.
I have yet to outrun the rain.
Gin Getz 