A rattle rattled me
I was rattled top to bottom
Even my little eyebrow hairs
shook free of the debris
Built up over the
times of non-action
Oooh – to renew
with the tickle
of a rattle…

The Rains Came

It was dry and brown
cold to the bones chilled

Everyone chapped and uneasy

And then the rains came

The plants perked up
even amidst grey and soggy
Trees flexed with wintry breezes

Squirrels bundled up

in fluffed up fur

 And old dried tears

were washed away
when the rains came…