“I Feel The Rain Waiting to be Born”

I feel the rain waiting to be born,

hear the banshee wind

Racing round eaves,

Scaring the attic haunts,

Making hambone frenzy with

Powdery limbs.

–

Trees now tilting whirligigs

Ancient pin, water oaks

Dancing St. Germaine’s dance–

Frenzy below amongst quilted colors

Ruffling the feathers of nature

Tossing the spectrum wide.

–

I smell mossy rain finally born,

Hear the clatter on a tin roof

Smell again the musty fog

Born of a sullen, moaning stream

And head for bed under the eaves,

Shared with a Banshee wind

And a hambone frenzy until dawn.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

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