Poetry: Spring Rain

During the pandemic of this year, I've been writing a poem each day and posting it to Facebook. Most of my poems are celebrations of natural beauty; a few are ethical/political commentaries with some bite.

You can see more poems by visiting my new Facebook page.

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Spring Rain

©2022 Rev. Ted Tollefson

After spring rain there is much to do:

peepers and leopard frogs are chanting

as if the Buddha of Invincible Light will soon appear

and S/he might.

A bird choir is casting about

looking for songs to honor

cool damp air and a light breeze

that now envelops them

and soothes their ruffled feathers.

Grasses and medicinal herbs we sometimes call weeds

are bowing low in this wind

giving thanks for the rain

that fills their green cups

and strengthens roots we cannot see.

And how about us?

Has Old Thunder passed over one more time?

Did we awaken once more with eyes dampened

by the dew of tender dreams?

In this world we share for awhile

what calls out to you to be admired, loved up

or watered with kindly attention?