Rain has returned
Winter’s fickle nature
overturning hope

I cower beneath
bedsheets, body
on fire – await

an impulse greater
than this pain –
creativity the antidote.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.


Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.

I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing

Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking

clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow

and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.