Spring Rain
spring rain—
the beech tree's black branches
through tender green
open umbrella
a little boy and a frog
misty breeze—
the daffodils bow
to the lily shoots
for days, a
slow drip
from clogged roof gutters—
moss-covered stones
puddles here and
there
a luna moth on the brick wall
wet newsprint
stains the front stoop—
the robin snags a worm
