After The Rain Poem by gershon hepner

This morning when I took the air
it felt as if the earth
had shed its late autumnal care,
renewing with its breath
the fragrance that the soil distils
when watered by the rain,
and rises from wet dirt and fills
the heart that aches from pain
of apprehension, in the fall,
of winter of the blood;
I smelled the air and heard its call
and marveled at the mud.
The rain had made the earth exhale
a breath that made the clay
delightful as a fragrant dale
upon a springtime day.

11/27/97