enough rain to fill this pot
came storming into Denver today, taking us too far from sun
(we’re blue-sky people whose buds bloom bright
with early-evening rays you’ve tried to take from us)
in between storms, i capture this shot:
the muddy pot, the glistening leaves, the desire to be dry,
to feel anything but tears on my cheeks.
but as the sun sets, the rain returns, its early-May news as cold as April showers,
and i can’t bring myself to tilt the pot, to shake the quaking aspen,
to be anywhere but here in this twilit moment, drying these drops.
One thought on “Between Two Storms”
Lovely. You’ve captured nature so well!😊😊👏👏👌👌