gratitude
rain pours down
a persistent drum
on skylights
as daybreak brightens
no wind, not yet
firethorn is still
the uneven tattoo
a lullaby that soothes—
my heart yawns wide
rain, oh blessed rain!
fill the reservoirs
crown the mountaintops
with yards of snow
spring’s new promise
valley farmers watch
fearful the manna
will slide away again
to water somewhere else
I’m not willing
to worry the future
worn stone in hand
no longer—
a lifetime of that
instead praise what is
syncopated rhythm
on the roof
rain sheets down
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
i’m grateful for this “draft” poem. aren’t they all drafts (as it were)—some numbered, some not.
thank you
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Thank you for “liking” and commenting. I suppose all of my poems are drafts, always! I’ve even made subtle changes after publication. Nonetheless, I’ll most likely leave the note at the bottom.
–Amrita
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