My Body Knew

Raindrops dot the river
and this page,
crystal orbs hanging off evergreen branches,
bleeding ink,
magical thresholds,
swans sunning in the rain.
Nature is alive in the pops of rain,
green on green,
dull thud of wet leaves underfoot,
paths to nowhere,
trill of bird songs,
puddle pools, light reflecting, recoil as each drop strikes.

Last night my body knew the rain was on her way.

The shadow side of words and rain.
Surround-sound symphony of bird-throat whistles, backbeat of steady rain.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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