City

asphalt reflections-
roots of concrete, steel, and glass
descend from the mist

the muted city-
not quite rain
falling

Rain

passing sun showers-
warm rains tease my garden
with false promises

grey soil
peppered brown-
scattered rain

Waiting

a long delayed train-
remnants of morning rain
steaming in the sun

the sun long set-
a silent queue
of glowing screens

Rain

slowly clearing skies-
the stillness of rain water
in a fallen leaf

soft wet earth-
a new stream born
of autumn rain

River

herons in the reeds-
crabs hide under stones after
the overnight rain

river rocks-
barbel catfish lurk
in the shadows

Grandma

a worn dinette set-
memories of old comforts
in the falling rain

water crackers-
a chipped tea cup
rimmed in red

Freedom

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land

beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

Diner

grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee

street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin

Sun shower

dripping maple leaves-
raucous jays chase each other
through the sun shower

sunlit paving stones-
light rain ripples
transient puddles

Spring

crimson in the sun-
the first cardinal of spring
on my garden gate

april morning-
daffodils
in the rain