Rain (San Marcos)

Steve Wilson

August 25, 2024

Summer

The turning toward 

summer: after rain, discover 

a long trail of fire ants 

below the torporous clouds.

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Rain upcountry.  

The river cascades seaward.

Autumn

For hours, a steady rain.  

   The taillights of cars glister, diffuse 

along the flooded streets.

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Rain rouses silence.  Silence, beauty.  

Beauty, longing.  

On side streets: 

people wrapped in raincoats, 

water fracturing like glass.

Winter

Wet with rain, the wood pile – 

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Child catches reflections

in pools of rain-

water – blue musings.

Spring

An awakening toward, into – 

susurrus 

of rain, then rain.

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Sheets of rain, silver-gilt 

within the diminishing light,

veil the far woods.

Steve Wilson's poetry has appeared in journals and anthologies nationwide; as well as in six collections, the most recent entitled Complicity (2023). He lives in San Marcos.