Long Night
Rain patters out large
round the catface shapes
of the poplar leaves
a snake plant waits
slitherless green
on the livingroom mantlepiece
next to the petrified hunk of tree
Uncle Vince once gave John
Who gives a care
now that the squirrels
and even the owls
are hidden?
All this live-long night
there’s rain rhythms
for me to sleep by
3 thoughts on "Long Night"
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Thanks for your poem’s reminder to keep my windows open the better to hear the rain.
Nice rhythm to this, Vickie!
Love all of the animist language, especially “the catface shapes/of the poplar leaves”