spring rain

i welcome the very idea of spring as it spreads the notion far and wide

and most especially inside my head and heart

that its big brother “summer” is not far away!!

spring is full of little “wow” moments -

the first crocuses,

birdsong, buds, the return of life -

a welcome change from the narrow field of experience

the canadian winter provides.

so one of many “wows” of spring left my mouth

when i came across the poetry of new zealand writer hone tuwhare.

i really love how this man sees and then how he writes.

tuwhare is of maori heritage, inheriting his dad's gifts as a storyteller.

we’re supposed to get the first bit of rain we've had in a little while today,

so to acknowledge

and celebrate that fact,

here’s my favourite tuwhare poem entitled “rain” . . .

i can hear you

making small holes

in the silence

rain

if i were deaf

the pores of my skin

would open to you

and shut

and i

should know you

by the lick of you

if i were blind

the something

special smell of you

when the sun cakes

the ground

the steady

drum-roll sound

you make

when the wind drops

but if i

should not hear

smell or feel or see

you

you would still

define me

disperse me

wash over me

rain

to read more of tuwhare’s writing you should visit here.