In Rain, In Storm

I’ll gather you melodies from the sky,

Star-spangled tunes

From midnight’s brightest green.

I’ll wear you a blue and cloud raincoat

Spun from a rainy stormy day

In deep Fall.

I’ll let you die

In Winter --

When the birds are singing

Pain and blood and deepest frost.

The forest hums busily

With sounds of sleet

And lace,

Black winter decay…

Glistening with the trickles

Of water. Rot crumbling at

My touch. I’ll burn you

Longest when summer comes,

Choke on your ashy remnants,

Like earth.

You are far more poignant than I,

And you

Flame like wild-brush in the midnight

Of soul,

And I’ll wait for you,

When you are lost --

In rain, in storm,

A self