The Approaching Rain
I drew in the shutters
when I felt the first chill of
Fall.
There were rooms in my heart
that had collapsed from an internal
quake.
But that was a story for another
day.
You'd like to think it was because of
you
but that is not so.
Mother tends to worry but she will be fine
wrapped in her aubergine shawl
rocking by a fireplace with no
wood.
Tomorrow I will collect the leaves
that piled up like heartaches
from my withering tree out back
and burn them with the letters
I never sent you,
the stamps I never licked.
I can smell the rain approaching,
my eyes becoming cloudier and
grey.
Sandy Benitez is the founder and editor of Flutter Press and Poppy Road
Review. She has authored a full-length collection of poetry, five
chapbooks, and published in two anthologies. Sandy resides in California with
her husband and their 2 children.
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