Poem 46

It's a new year, and I'm beginning to pull myself out of a winter slump in writing anything. Thanks for coming back.
I wrote this after hearing some piano music from the French composer Erik Satie. I don't get as much classical music as I should, but the three short pieces under the name "Gymnopedies" really got to me. I think it gives this poem a somewhat French feel to it. It's not a lot, but I'm able to post it, and in a dry spell I'll take what I can get.

After Hearing "Trois Gymnopedies"

What rain as fallen
left the parking lot
a constellation
of damp specks.

A Mazda,
two Subarus,
stand watch.
Their antennas
rattle.

The wind blows
more drops
from the awning
and branches
of winter trees.

It is how the air
mourns the lost
leaves here.
January, a warm
week, and
the rain wishes
for the leaves again.