From Spring Raindrops

By Don Iannone

Warm spring rain beats down upon us
with uncontrolled passion
throughout the industrious night.

Between raindrops

we heard the perky daffodils growing
along the near edge of the backyard.

Over night the gnarly crabapple
at the front corner of the house
burst wide open

with delicate green buds.

So much work accomplished
in the span of one short early spring night.
So much magic wrought upon the earth
by the rhythmic life-giving rain.

Soon our bald winter view

of the old cemetery nestled behind us will disappear
as the forest grows thick green
sealing us off until late fall.

And once again

life will overtake death

in the never-ending race to eternity.