raindrops, tulips, eggs

on a day when pear-bloom carpets
the drive, strawberries wide-eyed, grateful
we pay for the sun again in the way
we bought it with months of gray

why should it make me glad
that thunder-clap, downpour tapering
to gentle plash—I am remembering
the cracked-earth thirst of South Texas

how we turned our faces to warm rain
after breathless hours of cloud-watching
(will they, won’t they stop here or hurtle past
like the tankers on 281)

perhaps there’s no mystery:
it’s fiesta-time, now, in my hometown
bluebonnets gone in their mayfly-life
so we chase and embrace it

and here the redbuds held tight
child tulips upright, spared for tomorrow

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12 thoughts on “raindrops, tulips, eggs

  1. I really like this one, Jennifer. As Claudia said, there’s a wonderful contrast between past and present, but I also like the way the lines flow, and the words, “may-fly life,” pear-bloom carpet,” and the “cracked-earth thirst.” That last one is especially evocative.
    And a total sensory experience–art and your voice! 🙂

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