Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Last of the Crocus

Tonight the rain came down in gigantic waves.
Like thunder buckets meant to wash winter off the roads.
Gauzy crepe paper petals didn't stand a chance.
Even the peepers are silent now.
Drowned out by the incessant thrumming rain.
Tomorrow the sun will come out
and with it, the first hungry mosquitoes of the season.

1 comment:

  1. Potter, Photographer, Poet

    When I was an adjuster for Continental, John DiNapoli warned me to watch out for people whose occupations started with the letter "P" - honest (and he was right!) - Painters, plumbers, preachers, prostitutes - all bad news.