December 2*

i wake to the sound of rain
steady, drenching, but clear sky overhead
low thick fog
swarming the remnant-leafed alders
in perfect condensing alchemy
wets and floods the leaf curl,
hard heavy fast drops
spattering cold splatter

shiver—stand by the fire

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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