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A Spring Rain
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Marilyn Zelke Windau


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You tap me on my shoulder, my head.
My feet feel your pitter, patter,
your pounding strength—
a March rain, a thunderstorm anointment.
You grace spring with warmth and power
to let us know, to convince us
that you have taken the reins,
that winter needs hide and cover,
that bluster is not the charge anymore,
that green wins over white,
that the umbrella is the tool of choice,
not the shovel.


© by Marilyn Zelke Windau.
Used with the author's permission.



Marilyn Zelke Windau, of Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin, started writing poems at age thirteen. A former art teacher, she has had five books of poetry published: Adventures in Paradise, Momentary Ordinary, Owning Shadows, Hiccups Haunt Wilson Avenue, and Beneath The Southern Crux. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her award-winning work can be found in many journals and anthologies. Marilyn includes her maiden name to honor her father, who was also a writer. When she's not writing, Marilyn works at restoring her 1891 house and creates mosaics, paintings, and books made with tea papers. A Master Gardener volunteer and an art center docent, she is married to a retired environmental engineer, has three daughters, and three grandchildren.

         


Post New Comment:
tiddles:
Thank you all for your kind comments and thank you, Jayne, for publishing my poem. MZWindau
Posted 03/24/2021 08:14 AM
Lori Levy:
Beautiful image of the spring rain.
Posted 03/23/2021 06:50 PM
Maryann Hurtt:
I can feel the rain, taste the hope of spring in your poem. Thank you, Marilyn!
Posted 03/23/2021 11:19 AM
Jo:
My favorite line: the umbrella is the tool of choice, not the shovel.] Well done, Marilyn.
Posted 03/23/2021 10:58 AM
mjorlock:
Terrific economy and control of language, masterfully done!
Posted 03/23/2021 09:17 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love how this poem begins with a pitter patter, ends with winter needs hide and cover, that bluster is not the charge anymore, that green wins over white, that the umbrella is the tool of choice, not the shovel.
Posted 03/23/2021 09:13 AM
cork:
I love the movement in this poem!
Posted 03/23/2021 09:08 AM


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