Living trees, grass rising
from dark cool soil
Roses, like blood from a wound
rise above a common weed.
Its fugitive life persists
evading my brutal hands.
November rains
provoke darker green
Dim clouds pour
solemn waterfalls
Holy tears renew
the life of our dark world.
Steven Federle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abaude-morning-rain/
