by Kris Patel
Dark clouds before the rain
A chill creeps through the air
After the first drops fall,
A fresh scent follows
Several days of dim light
Leave the soul dismayed
People shelter in doorways
Trapped, clutching clothes
Eventually, the clouds part,
And the Sun shines through
Drying up the morning dew:
Welcoming a warm Spring
Birds tweet in the trees
Squirrels skitter about
And the hills flourish:
Obscene, verdantly green
When Summer arrives
Eyes dry—Winter’s dead
Lovers sit in beams of light
Not a single care in sight
Splinters from fallen trees
Feed the fungi beneath—
The cycle continues
All life is on the menu