Thursday, February 17, 2011

Torrential Down Pour


In the gentle flush of the evening light

There comes a calming clamor

That speaks of the ages

Of the circles intertwined

As the weaver mingling fibers

Lovingly over and under each other

The din sings, and swells to a magnificent aria

Hailing and tapping, calling to the night

Drumming out a rhythm

Thousands of joyous hands clapping

And weary feet dancing

I stand at the screen door in wonder

The rain keeps coming down

Laughing and singing, clapping

As it meets the flagging leaves

Of the India green corn.


Catherine Schmidt

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