After the Rain Blues

Even the new plants in the garden

have had enough of the spring rain.

Winter lingered. True spring passed us by.

Warm, moist, green jumped to May summer.

Brushing rosemary and sage scents the air.

 

Robins brush their wings against window screens

attacking reflections of their own nesting instincts.

They started nesting in the pine tree

outside the bedroom window under our gaze.

Today, three blue eggs match the sky.

robin nest wiki

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Petrichor

raindrops pixa

That earthy, pleasant scent we all know

but can’t quite describe from rain falling

on dry ground. A word from Greek

“petra” for stone but “ichor” for what

flows in the veins of the gods.

 

 

Studies in Relativity On A Summer Rainy Day

I was thinking about an Einstein quote while watching the rain falling.

“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” ― Albert Einstein

That inspired today’s ronka poem.

summer rain

 

The rain has made the day longer

than twenty-four hours. The air is thick.

We walk slower. Clockworks struggle a bit

to advance. Time and space bend me

and this 5/14’s of a rainy sonnet.