Moving into Rain

This blessed rain

Pours and hammers, 

Splatters,

Floods, 

Washes

Washes

Washes Earth

Travels in currents

Builds in grey galleons

Falls in its torrents

Washes miseries, 

Miseries

I thought it could be snow

I thought it could be green Christmas

I thought it could be grey, 

Sadness inexplicable.

These winter solstice ends of day,

Though,

Gleam through bare trees standing

In the distance, flames burnishing 

Up from ground, horizon’s twilight sky 

Pulled into 

Solstice change,

To rain.

Maybe all of this

Is what is always there for us to hear

To apprehend,

But in the strife,

This night,

Craving waiting gentling

I dare to wish 

The turning. 

December 25, 2020