THIRD PLACE
Rain at Eventide
By Jeanette Oestermyer
Roswell, New Mexico
Today at early eventide,
clouds of gray huddle
near the eastern horizon.
Lightning streaks across the sky
thunder rumbles in the distance.
I sit on the patio
a soft cooling breeze
ruffles the pages
of my poetry sketchbook.
Large raindrops, almost warm
fall slowly, then faster, smaller
wind pushes them under my canopy.
Sun streaks reach
between clouds
yet rain still falls, slowly again,
like manna sent from above,
feeding a parched, wasted land.
To the north and east,
a rainbow bends a kaleidoscope
of color across the sky.
Roses hold up weary heads,
Honeysuckle smile from fence
where they climb.
Four-‘O-Clocks, now risen through soil,
glow in glorious vivid verde.
Dusk begins to draw her
curtain
on my window to Heaven,
the white rose blushes
as sun’s last rays touch her.
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