Glad Tidings
Spring rain was forecast, and it came.
It ran out of the sky,
it felt like millions of sloppy puppy kisses
a warm wetness just so happy to lick the earth
and the bald spot on the top of my head -
happy to run down
under my collar,
down my back,
just so happy
to trickle about
until
I have to run into the store
thinking to buy an umbrella,
but end up
just buying a bunch of tall purple Gladioli,
because you love them,
and you are just so happy
to watch their fairy-tale big-hat blooms
fill up with water
and then bend their giraffe necks
to pour the water out
as dozens of Gladioli mulled droplets
running about on the tabletop,
all of them just so happy
to be playing with your glad fingers.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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