Sunday, April 18, 2010

Recollection

Recollection

The cedars behind the house still drip
rain that fell from the sky an hour ago.
Wetness steams from the asphalt
shingles like the result of incantations.
And out over the valley
between us and the northern face
of Tiger Mountain, more mist mingles
with those spirits drawn
from every roof in town. Deer settle
in grassed clearings, as birds resume
their verbigerations in the alders
to the rhythms of the dropping rain.

Dan Morris 4/17/10

4 comments:

koralee said...

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Sarah Von said...

Such a lovely poem!

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lindsey said...

rhythms of the dropping rain. love this one.

xo

Stephanie said...

I think this is my favorite one of the whole month. Gorgeous.