Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tin Roof Symphony
When another likely drouthy summer
comes slipping past a too-mild winter.
When fairly skimpy snowpack statistics
back up the fears of old-time mystics.
Nothing makes the range sing stronger
save a good and steady three day soaker
rain playing that tin roof symphony.
A tender "tinka...tinka...linka...tinka...tee"
skips its random music through your heart
conducing peaceful meditations, reveries, and art-
ful emanations to erupt in easy chaos
that somehow finds a fitting purpose
in a drizzle metered mind
that just wants to settle
How sweetly drinks the earth, the air, your sould
How gently flows the magic liquour
and How that good green grass