He walks along the pathway
In a thoughtful way
As if to say
So what it’s only rain—
The buds of bare tree tips
Refrain from growth and coolly quip
How light the
Moisture drip—
Hardened ground
Absorbs the pound
Without so much as a peep,
Noting consistency in sound
All around
Coming from the streets,
Peppered with ice, snow and sleet
Soft and weathered by the wayward sheets—
Rain sleekly freezes over
Begins to cover
In a second’s time, an earlier sentiment
Rebirthing trust in the name
We give to the end of every year
Elemental observance erasing fear
Believing in the old familiar signs
As they appear.
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