Mockingbird in the Rain

How fresh and green the world is
when it rains at March’s end!

Trees lift up their bright green leaves
to the gray canvas of the sky

waving in the wind like songs
of joy bursting forth for spring.

A gray and white mockingbird
flutters down to a greening vine

then hops down into dark fern,
invisible – except for his song.

O, that song! It fills the rainy air
with mirth and moves the lonely heart

to remember love, sweeter than
honey, under the delicate, dropping flowers

of the wisteria entwined
with the wooden trellis that leans

toward the light of eternity,
the unbroken light of unending day.

Jane Beal
La Casa Capitol


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