Rain drops caught on tips of twigs
where yester-summer's leaves grew.
The harmonious havoc of a hundred green things:
Green ferns, and green stream and
Green moss - drooping, tumbling down tree trunks
And falling loose from slippery branches.
A dozen worlds staring out of a dozen puddle mirrors.
Freckled mirrors, when the rain’s falling.
I see music when it’s raining in the woods.