John Pursch’s most recent poem to appear here was Once More (November 2014).
Petrichor
By John Pursch
I love
the smell of desert rain
the softly stepping cats
the wild mesquite in
swirling gusts and
distant thunder flash.
Flurried wings
to waiting brush
tapping water
shining tile
cooing doves in
shade of silent
alabaster
cumuli.
The sky crumples.
Somehow sun reflects on
white cloud mountains
high above electrons
leap to ground and
sleepy songbirds
glide in unison
to safety.
John, I love the poem.
Thanks very much, Jeanette!
I enjoy your work as well and really appreciate the kind words.