Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Going through it












wind driven rain
whips at the house,
rain falls through me
in waves, in recurring torrents

I’m like a spring tree,
my buds paused, my limbs wet,
water following its path
along my roots

I am not melting
though it may feel like it,
the soil will receive all of this —
my leaves will use it
to open out and grow.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 17, 2018

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