Cyclone Rain


rain’s dragonish curves
stinging, quartz-like mask
cuts away winter

Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Happy Spring! The poem was inspired by the March 1 torrential bomb-cyclone that felled trees, ate beaches and loosened roof tiles. We are due for another thundersnow Nor’Easter today, our third. The last dropped a tree on our driveway. Today, I’m remembering the rain fondly and wondering what new calamities are coming.

Here is a gentler celebration of spring poem from Tap Dancing on the Roof: Sijo Poems by Linda Sue Park with pictures by Istvan Banjai, Clarion Books, 2007:

Important Announcement

Daffodils blare out the news.
Birds chatter, squirrels jabber,
all ecstatic — Spring is here!
Except for the apple tree,
who wakes late, stretches, shakes herself,
makes one last drift of pale-pink snow.

I especially like the title, given my two announcements today about getting published in Chicken Soup for the Soul’s anthology, My Amazing Mom: 101 Stories of Love and Appreciation, and about an Honorable Mention in a contest.

12 thoughts on “Cyclone Rain

  1. Wonderful … the crashing cyclones, the violent rain and the fantastic dragons herald the arrival of spring. (There is no clearer sign than the obvious opposition of forces and elements, I believe)
    Daffodils await…;) Happy Spring from the other side of the hemisphere, where Autumn has just begun ❤ Sending love.


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