Virginia
Medicine rain and mounds of melting snow
ended the Christmas drought -- December hid
gingerly forehints of July: cock's crow
& ghost guitars playing you my Blue Ridge
Mountain heartthrob. A fence-hung droplet held an
inverse plot of woods above; below, a
kindness of ravens took wing and filled the
empty oaks with nestling young. Our knowing
and hoping fused in that liquid world, as
tiny as it was complete. O seed of
virgin time and burgeoning light, pearl of
concentric skies unfolding, bead of
consecrated rain -- encircle fields
awash with dawn and dreams and love revealed.
for
Meg
© Michael Fleming
Casper, Wyoming
April, 1999
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