Spring Rain
The earth’s subtle shift
in the early morning
has sent the air racing along the coast,
has spit the rain sideways,
has whipped the branches of the trees
causing the birds to swoop and whirl;
all is completely off-balance.
On this out-of-kilter day
the earth crumples in Japan,
magma rises in St. Helens,
millions are thirsty and dry;
but here, the grass bends low—
weighted down with the
heavy burden of Spring rain.
Pamela Olson
This poem was written 3 years ago while I was living on the Pacific coast.
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