Monday, May 12, 2014

Poem for a Spring Night

unexpected grace

mid spring evening, on my porch,
sitting in the dusk in a gentle rain,
robin singing from the red maple,
cardinals calling tree to tree to tree,
spring peepers and other frogs and toads
harmonizing near the brook--

i read a bit from my book
then pick up my guitar
pluck out “Simple Gifts”

the troubles of the world can't be heard
with this wonderful cacophony of birdsong,
peepers, and the patter of rain--

and i, we,

so quietly happy this night

[Bob Coughlin / May 12, 2014]

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