AGAIN THE RAIN

Again the rain –
like amber flecks,
like blackstone,
damp earth,
shivering
fire –
it tasted cold,
made whispers hard across the surfaces of grassblades,
spoke its name into the earth without abatement,
spoke its name
until extinguished.


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

Poem published in Assisi Journal, vol. 2, issue 1 (spring 2011).