Spring can swerve.
White patches,
holdouts from yesterday's snow,
are melted by today's rains.
Buds no sooner form
than are encased in ice.
No self-respecting Summer
day could bring snow.
Winter won't hatch
a butterfly.
Autumn can't turn
a red leaf back to green.
But Spring can swerve.
What is this cloud above my head
on such a sunny day?
You may think it foreshadows rain.
I think that it brings play.
fallen leaves, post-rain:
gauge the drizzle by
what crunch remains.
through a window:
first ripples of a Spring rain
seen on a pond.
Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.
Spring rains stalk up
behind a bald mountain;
a brown flood flows.
There was a sweet girl from the Netherlands
who worried the hard rains might never end.
When street became moat,
She traded bike for boat.
At canal-surfing she became a veteran.
raindrops ripple paddy water;
wavelets wrap into grain stalks.
Spring rain for days:
grass is green & thick;
the mud, soft & thin.
ripples dance
on a flooded paddy
as rain starts, slowly.
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