Pagosa Springs Artists

Rain at Noon

seems like an ablution

poured on waiting trees,

their glistening leaves

opened wide with desire,

uplifted for the gift


and the spendthrift skiy,

purely white to each

horizon, cries tears

that drip, drip, slipping

softly from petal lip


to lip, watering the land,

soaking into soil and sand

to slide down rock and root,

lathering the swollen chutes


first published in The Penwood Review

also published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2016 Bonnie Manion


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