SOUTHWEST MARGAREE poem

Southwest Margaree

Early winds bring storm
and rain and wet
gulps

trees bend, shingles shake
as little Jonathan
hears from his
crib

the sky is a mask
and thirsty
crops slop up the
heavy falling.

© 1986 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published April/May 1988
iREADWRITE
Canadian Poetry Publication
Halifax, Nova Scotia