Rain

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.