Spring, To Summer, To Fall

Six poems about the year’s arc from blooming spring, to hot summer, to cool autumn.

Photo by Chris Lawton on Unsplash

Painting During The Thunderstorm

hail fists pound on the window panes

and she paints and paints in brushes on white

all the basking glimpses she’s caught on fairer days

of daffodils and amaryllis and green grass in the cement cracks

and blue jays in bushes and bunnies munching daisy bunches

till she conquers the precipitation

and the sun lets loose again its gold in honor of her portraiture

and she earns her nap in the hammock out back

for never letting rain get her down.

Pluviophile

easter clouds have splashes of grey in their white puffs

and the drizzling rain unleashes the aromas of the earth

like it does the oils of whiskey in my glass

and the afternoon drops puddle ponds on the street

and showers the dusty lawn of long grass

and sprinkles my feet and legs to my knees