Rainfall

Rainfall

Life as a poet
         a turn of phrase
rain falling
         through the night
seeping deep
         into the soil
the waterlogged lawn
         and the damp
dawn air
         the forces of nature
gathering steam
         underground
for when spring
         will make its assault
upon the earth
         a face renewed
and midwinter
         monotony
overthrown
         It is the beauty
within the process
         the dull green leaves
from within which
         the petals spread
but they are
         the powerhouse
the driving fuse
         the makers of hay
while the sun shines
         even as the birds
bide their time
         and foxes sleep
and love is passed
         from lip to lip

John Lyons

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