Wind and Rain

Water weeping from the sky

settles dust 

and though newly cut,

blades lift up,

        gently blowing grass

Rain isn’t always storm

nor windy weather, hurricane

Sometimes a ghost moon

lingers into day, 

its shape a shadow 

against the sky

        just whispering

Darkness isn’t always blind

nor daylight empty of stars

The heart’s shaped chambers

open and close,

a living muscle

and muscle requires living,

        struggle not languor 

Not every seed becomes a fruit

nor every planter, a gardener