(GREEN RAIN from Apple Cider by Cathy Smith, Copyright c 2016, Cathy Smith)
One droplet at a time began to fall on
a leaf bouncing up
and down.
I was sitting underneath
the foliage in the rain
watching the rivulets
trace new streams down
through the moss and
small plants and
green ferns.
I shivered
from the cold rain.
The arms of the forest
formed a secret
umbrella dancing
like leafy
piano keys playing
simultaneously
and also
bowing singly
over my head.
With
wet, green fingers
the lush downfall became
invisible
in its connection with
the player piano
leaves, which
appeared above --
all at once -- high across
the upper boughs
of the waving branches
of a large pine tree.
Leaves fell in the wind and stuck against
the tree trunk above me like
the little green
fingers
of a toad.
One droplet at a time began to fall on
a leaf bouncing up
and down.
I was sitting underneath
the foliage in the rain
watching the rivulets
trace new streams down
through the moss and
small plants and
green ferns.
I shivered
from the cold rain.
The arms of the forest
formed a secret
umbrella dancing
like leafy
piano keys playing
simultaneously
and also
bowing singly
over my head.
With
wet, green fingers
the lush downfall became
invisible
in its connection with
the player piano
leaves, which
appeared above --
all at once -- high across
the upper boughs
of the waving branches
of a large pine tree.
Leaves fell in the wind and stuck against
the tree trunk above me like
the little green
fingers
of a toad.