The Spring Rains Come - Poem by Doris McGohon
The sky dons a heavy grey garment
over the cherry tree whose branches
hang so gracefully.
A gown of pale pink blossoms
laden down into the water attracts
my eye for some time.
Suddenly, the showers come
dancing on the glassy surface.
The little gold fish come to the top
playfully popping the bubbles
and to see the hand of God.
The leaves on the trees are like newly
polished baby emeralds heralding spring.
The verdant grass sparkles with new life
and the robins wait patiently
for the fruit of the earth while
their little vertebrates sqwak loudly.
All the while the heavy spring rains
make their debut.
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