The sound of rain
in falling,
the sound of it
through leaves,
the sound of it,
hitting the street
and bouncing up,
are the perfect sounds
for a poem
about the robin
standing in green grass,
soaked as it intensifies
as if knowing
the feel of it
will call forth
earth worms.
Microscopic
What fun to look at bits and pieces
under my new microscope
Santa brought me. Staring
intently at a slice of molded bread
has been incredible. So many cool
colorful things actually growing
reminded me of a kaleidoscope.
I loved the “green yellow” blotches
best. It reminded me of some
of our cafeteria lunches at school.
