love at first light

love at first light

love pours down
in every drop of rain
just as first light
comes—it’s not
a lazy rain but
undemanding
more than shower
less than deluge
steady

the ground
swills it in
this land so dry
reservoirs have
steep copper walls
pleasure boats
crowd in the
pocket-size lake
that remains

birds come awake
in the gray dawn
feast on sunflower
shaking their
red-dusted wings
drops flying, they
crowd the feeder
hunger-driven
in the wet chill

each drop that
pings the roof
a grace, a blessing
fills the aquifer
wet love quenching
the thirst of the land
down, down keep
pouring down
this, my prayer

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

downpour

downpour

a mere glance of rain

the drops start slow
then strike the window
slantwise
sharp and hard

the pinging soothes
steadies and cheers
her mind can let go
muscles relax—she’s
rocked in the hammock
of the raindrop chant

it brings her home
she drops into
the field and rests
in the life-giving song

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

clamor

clamor

twenty-four-hour news
social media rants
raucous human noise

instead
thunderheads
in rising wind

first the plunk
of single drops
then the downpour
a steady thrum
on the roof
the silence inside

softens my body
mind emptied
I choose
the clamor of rain

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.