5/26/2009

How Sweet the Rain

I had forgotten the smell of snow,
the names of stars, the darkness
and its blindfold, the ocean's eyes,
the persistent patience of flowers;
suddenly, the shadow of a long-winged bird,
like death swoops down from overhead will
I regain their joy. How brilliant now
the sun, how sweet the falling rain,
how precious are these fleeting senses!

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