WRITING RENEWED

I have renewed a previously written poem.  It is usually good to put one away and then return to it with a new perspective. We have had on and off rainstorms here in Oregon, so this was written on that subject. I hope you enjoy it.

WALK BETWEEN STORMS

Rivulets of rain carved wrinkles

in the earth; feathered clouds

depleted of energy now

glide listlessly overhead.

Worms, expelled from sodden soil,

form mysterious script  on the path,

native code talkers writing

alien communication.

Liquid diamonds quiver on a strand

 of spider silk, a bracelet adorning

the uplifted arm of a redbud tree

swaying to a rumba beat.

Rain-pasted leaves craft

a collage of natural hues

alongside the river running russet

with torn flesh from mountains.

Along the worn path miniature craters

comprise a moonscape

as wind wafts diminutive swells

across scattered puddles.

The fragrance of moist grass

is a heady aroma,

an aide memoire of

renewal and growth.

Returning home as rain begins again

I gaze through the icy window,

witness the writing of water

across it, and covet its clarity.

Rose Lefebvre