The trees are red and yellow, still –
panting for wet. Their silence hurts me.
One fruit tree in the city-orchard
mistakes fall for spring,
blossoming out of season.
As dawn broke today
also the skies broke and fell.
Ahhhhh – rain!
I give thanks, bowing to the skies
on behalf of the trees. —Mary Elyn Bahlert, 2014