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Posted by on Mar 18, 2013 in Poetry | 3 comments

It’s a Cold Rain

It’s a cold rain
Tarnished silver flakes
Off the clouds and stains
A puddle by the rake
The flat grey mirror breaks
When water drills the drains
And the thawing earth over slakes
It’s a cold rain

It’s a cold rain
Knuckles and umbrella freeze
Not many hours remain
It rushes down and turns to tease
A purple crocus brought to its knees
By a shaking window pane
And the wind jangles jail keys
It’s a cold rain

3 Comments

  1. I love this poem!! May I post it on Urban Mermaid?

    Nonetheless I’m adding it to the Frankel archives- Btw they go back to 1976.

    Tangible-not digital-mimeographed Frankel poems.;-)

  2. I know the tangible, tactile Frankel archives are irreplaceable, but I’d love to see, even in forms of digital mimeography, the earlier Frankel poems. I’d volunteer to scan and return them, if needed/desired.

  3. You are both too kind, thank you. You can’t run from the past, but I’d like to. I’m afraid Emily’s archive is more definitive than mine, and more embarrassing.

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