Shall a host of angels shed their tears

as all the sins wash away in the rain?

Will their broken voices sob in weeping

for the cold, wet bodies on the ground?

The storm soaked earth flows sodden

around houses, cleansed and forgotten.

Once homes, they stand empty now,

while their tin roofs dance with raindrops.

Water tumbles, pouring from the grey sky,

tears unstoppable, the rains of heaven.


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September Rain

The cloud’s tears tumble
down, down
on a scattered bed
of fallen leaves

A chill north wind will
blow, blow
across the plain
towards the mountains

The house’s laughter left
gone, gone
away with the rain
and shuttered windows

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From the book Reflections of Poetry