Saturday, February 6, 2010


The rainwater piles up at the foundation
Melting the mud and clay and sand
The branches of the Live Oak are slick and green
And the ball moss sprouts ferocious tendrils
The vibrant rooster of mysterious origins
Which appeared two days ago
Hides from this late-winter deluge
And the raccoons on the roof are quiet in the chill nights
Down by the wild rushing creek
The prickly pears drink what they can
And the little lizards are nowhere to be seen
The swans with their great white wings
Glide the lake unconcerned
The pigeons however are miserable