Rainy day love poem

Grab a hold of what matters.

See the one word written on the arm of


Twist something free down in the belly of the

mother –

it stirs,

awakens to a day

when all you need to do is

show up.

Wake the sleeping giant

between your shoulder blades.

Rise up.

The peace lily has decided this is the

moment to bloom.

Follow her white hood as far up as you


Greet the tree tops.  The red tail hawk

sitting on the naked branch full of


Why not join her? Bring amazement.

Sit close,

brush the feathers from your own


There is a special kind of beauty

to the rain.

~Anita Bondi 2018