And As If The Rain

And as if the rain
would actually settle on the
dry field.
The November anticipation
of deer’s opening day,
glasses of hard cider on Thanksgiving table,
snow on this old road,
coffee in hand,
praying over snowy fields.

The bare limbs are exultations,
hands raised.
My wife chuckles in another room,
like a rich man’s indulgence,
from an old priest.
With this,
we are pardoned.

BAF
12./1/08
1/13/09
7.28.09