It smells like rain and reveries
Like the mild middays of spring
Ravens sing
A coat of timber wolf tints the sky
Its weak clouds don’t hold their fill
They spill
Dampen the evergreens
I remember the smell:
Wet pines wrap a nice square around Grandmother’s acres
The border keeps the forest, thick and tall,
From swallowing the verdant yard, laced with dew
Mommy loves you
Grandfather’s hammock ropes ‘tween two tall trunks
My little toes tickling with Mothers’ as we sway
Left and fro
Tickle toe
Right and lull
A little nap
Perhaps
Don’t sleep for too long, mi hija
And I remember the lumber men and their loud, growling machines
He is dead
Our tree-tied bed
is a lost bundle of net and canvas in the attic
The trees are scanty with a dry clearing for display
You’re far away
And I am here
It will rain today, I fear
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Posted in: Journaling the Day
Posted on April 20, 2010
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