Tuesday, December 2, 2014

rainy day poem

Hurrah!
Our gutters are rushing and fuller and fuller
the leaves are wet and smashed to the ground
the new garden greens are growing and drenched.
Wet jackets and tights litter our entryway and
galoshes and open umbrellas cover our porch.
Cats are hiding hunkered down in dry spaces
droplets race down our windows
coating of car dust is gone.