"A Rainy October Sunday" Poem by Joel Delpha

Gone are the violent storms of summer
Which approach in red and orange
An invading army at the city gates.
This is no hammer of Thor
Pounding on the roof and window.
This is a softer, gentler, green
Like the caring caress of a woman.

The block is silent.
Neighbors huddled in their homes,
Missing is the cacophony
Of dogs and cars and laughter
That a warmer, brighter Sunday
Would proffer.

I have little desire
- to go anywhere
- to see anyone
- to do any task
- to wear anything
Beyond this blanket.
Tomorrow will be the day for all that.

The rain continues into evening.
A mother's lullaby
Putting the earth to sleep.