The “I am” poem is a known form that I experimented with in a class.
Fun!

I am (West-Coast) winter

I am rain pouring rain pouring rain pouring down
I am puddles and unforeseen backyard waterfalls
I am hummers shivering as they sip at the feeder
I am deer chewing mouthfuls of rain-green grass
I am wind blowing rain blowing wind blowing rain
I am cold bare feet on the chill morning floor
I am hands pushed deep into warm fleece pockets
I am water too cold to drink straight from the spout
I am turkeys’ slow steps across rain-driven roads
I am dry-cracked ground finally soaked and soft
I am earmuffs and layers and rain-gauge watcher
I am rain pouring rain pouring rain pouring down

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.