Pretty, slow rain

The patter and the pattern
Of consistent quenching rain
Is a standard waking cry
And budding flora's main

Warm water streams down gutters
Drips from branch and roof and blade
To rest in the quiet rich deep
Memories of, never to fade

Rain on the Roof

Bright silver spots fade with the gray of companionship
Each drop joining the last to soak the stubbly shingles
The slightest of angles sways the unending lines
And the shimmering moist green wafts perfume, abundant

Four days before spring

The time it takes
The stately tree
To become attired
Seems to me
In relation to
The gravity
Over which
It's had to break free

Five days before spring

The green buds sprouting
Among budding purple nibs
Branches ripe to grow

Almost impossible
The warmth braided with breeze
Calm new from winter

Indigo skyline
Songs, songs, songs thrive over noise
Ev'ning settles in