Wednesday, May 17, 2006

3:54 AM
By Don Iannone

Spring rain
...falls steady
......upon the roof
.........beating sense
............into me.
It's nightime.
A determined raccoon
...the bandit he is
......finds his way
.........onto the squirrel-proof feeder.
It bends
...under his weight
......no longer able
.........to bear the inevitable.
I feel its sigh
...as the night bends my heart
......and as a steady spring rain
beats sense into me.

4 comments:

Dan said...

AHHHHHHHHH............!!!!!!!!!!!

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

It really was 3:54 am and I shoulda been sleeping...

Darius said...

Especially like, "as the night bends my heart."

Nature poetry is my favorite ever since discovering Wordsworth in my undergrad years.

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Darius,

Thanks. I have always enjoyed Wordsworth too.

It's interesting how people find certain lines in poems that speak to them. I do the same.

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