First Rain
Powder-tinder,
lightning storms
with no rain one flick
of a smoldering butt
Early here, unexpected
just a sprinkling
yet hope of El Niño
at year’s turn
life’s choreography
skirting the edge
between enough
and too much
First Rain
new poem
between enough / and too much / life's choreography
well said Amrita
Didi, I really enjoyed this one. That smoldering butt sitting there with everything so dry made me a little nervous—and then comes the first rain. I love these small moments you notice. Keep them coming. ❤️