Posts Tagged ‘rain’

Tracks

Posted: October 13, 2010 in My Poetry
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NIght Train

Why
does the whistle
of a train
sound so lonely
late at night?

Around 3 AM,
it rounds the curve,
less than a mile
from my house.
Rattling cars pass by,
whistling mournfully;
Each a graffiti
work of art:
a traveling exhibit.

Thunder rolls in
as train clatter
fades out;
and a downpour
ensues.

Wet rail,
cars blur
through the night;
colors smeared
by rain
and infrequent flashes
of lightening.

The engine’s
headlights
pierce the torrent,
narrow
as the probing beam
of a rifle scope.
Both intent
on rocketing through
to their final destination.

Rain

Posted: August 22, 2010 in My Poetry
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Wet asphalt’s
watercolor
spreads out,
smearing
broad swaths
of yellow,
green or red
beneath
the traffic lights;

edging
to a bitter glow
at the outside curve
of the road.

Streets reflect light
like a rainbow
but streetlights
are murky,
as if under water,
as I make my way,
like a swimmer,
through an improbable
neon sea.

On the front porch, rain slants in
through trellis, ivy, and rosebush,
spatters my face with cold drops.

Listening to a growing breeze
taunt the wind-chimes,
I’m almost happy, for a change.

Music of varied tones;
orchestrated air –
blowing from the canyon
with spring-sweet scents.

The dogs caper in newly mowed grass,
ensuring green paws for days.
They let the rain soak them,
look up at grey sky – as if giving thanks
for this bounty. Watching,
I wonder if dogs feel it too –
the peaceful heart of our world.