Jon Frankel

It’s a Cold Rain

It’s a cold rain
Tarnished silver flakes
Off the clouds and stains
A puddle by the rake
The flat grey mirror breaks
When water drills the drains
And the thawing earth over slakes
It’s a cold rain

It’s a cold rain
Knuckles and umbrella freeze
Not many hours remain
It rushes down and turns to tease
A purple crocus brought to its knees
By a shaking window pane
And the wind jangles jail keys

-Jon Frankel

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