Tuesday, August 13, 2013

8.13.13 All Night The Rain Fell, and Fell Again


All night the rain fell, and fell again, 
sweeping away bark and insects and layers of topsoil 
as it wound its way down the range 
pounding through the Beach and the aged Elms 
swerving past the deep layers of brown, fragrant pine needle 
 decayed humus and Mountain Laurel 

The torrent quickening my own breath when 
full of sleep, I did awaken
 the roof a cacophony of rainsong, the gutters shuddering 
with the flow of waters, sweeping cross the lawn and
 down into the herb gardens, then past as it spilled into
 rolling conservation fields, hastening along the steep descent 

through  dark speckled River Birch and deep purple Elder 
on through rocky ravines 
roaring among stagnant outwaters 
where rise up young duck , goose, turtle 
racing past the hard won hand made train buttress
clearing the murky stream waters 

 furiously sped down to the anticipating Connecticut
 all of a dither,  pouring out into the
  swollen river, current perilous 
beavers and wildlife pulled far into the riverbeds 
out of the way of such frantic waters 
down in underbrush, nestled neath roots and rock

fish hunkered down, marking time
groupings in havens, beneath the drumming rain
small gills moving silently, clustered politely
 in small eddies, tiny river basins
 waiting out the storm

Out my window,  I lay upon my pillow
neck craned back, sight upon open window
as trees bowed low, flashing their underleaves
 in the massive night air, the moon obscured by 
 heavy momentous skies,
my night sight  locked upon 

tall elms  pulled this way and that by the
riotous winds, as the Pine swished 
its sleek storm song
 as Birches swayed with 
penetrating agility
 the mountain lands washed clean 

The insects perched beneath any leaf in a storm 
until the next morning 
when I emerged 
the land quiet as a mouse
 the grasses sparkling in the brief sun lights 
 herbs filled with small winged and legged beings 

Dampened or downright sodden
waiting for the warm and light 
enable them to be mobile again, 
to blink their eyes, 
come through that storm, 
and wander off for breakfast.

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