On Rainy Days
The grass looks greener.
The bark looks darker.
The trees’ spring leaves stretch and glow.
The daffodils don’t mind in their bright yellow hats.
The maples apply a deeper shade of crimson to their buds.
The purple hyacinths color themselves with crayon
Then watch the water run down their curls.
The pink cherry blossoms, arriving late, blush to discover
No one else has worn a dress.
On rainy days the sky offers nothing but gray,
But everyone else does their best.
The deer couldn’t get to the hyacinths in the back. They’re protected by the wall.
Happy Day 7 of National Poetry Month.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved