LEAVES, RAIN, RETURN

When spring comes,
it will be the rain again
that draws you forward,
pulls you into the straight green grass,
unburdened,
and the memory of it
whispered on the leaves and in the branches,
"Come and be forgotten."


Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Poem and image are published in Blue Heron Review, issue 3 (Winter 2015).

Poem reprinted in Weber - The Contemporary West, vol. 32, no. 1 (Fall 2015).