It’s quiet now, she’s come and gone
without a sound, spent the night
without a word as we slept
deeply by the fire. She kept it dark
without the stars, hid the pregnant moon
that shed the rain lightly through the clouds.
We don’t know her name, shy goddess—
but we will leave the light on
with pomegranate jelly at the door.
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Posted in Photographs, Poems 2022, Ranch Journal
Tagged clouds, Drought, moon, photography, poetry, pomegranate jelly, rain, rain gauge, stars, weather
With crystal clarity, stars throb
before the storm moves in at dawn,
black air clean clear to infinity,
leaky bucket worlds peeking-in
the window as I wake from sleep—
another promised day of needed rain.
Once, we took the day off,
went to town, visited neighbors,
congratulated nature for the extra holiday.
A machine takes messages
from a nine-to-five real-world
ordered to make hay on rainy days—
and I listen, hoping no one wants me
but time, time to ride the prolonged rage
of a loud and sudden thunderstorm.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2016, Ranch Journal
Tagged rain, stars, thunderstorm, time
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