the wind
moves like water
raindrops are her capture
Garden Sea Anemone
May Rain
each drop
nourishes dreams
of what will be
Frog Song
rain on
peepers pond
the chorus crescendos
Tears of Joy
pheasant’s eye
cries
raindrop tears
Growing Droplets
diminutive ones
ride the curve
to coalescence
Below the Surface
in the still beneath
rain is a caress
water’s breath
The Glory of Rain
blue umbrella
opens out
to cradle the rain
Potential
the bud holds tight
to blossom
is still a dream
Poppies
Brave souls of impoverished soil
potent charms
who bring ecstatic dreams
The Circle
As the first bloom fades
the next opens to its glory.