April Showers

The robin
stands on the new
overgrown driveway
with yellowed grass
in its beak–

he is motionless–
he looks left
he looks right
he cocks his head
he is motionless –

then takes flight
deep inside the hemlock

raindrops
splash in perfect circles
on the worn cement sidewalk

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Well here is poem number 7. Today, I thought I would write a poem similar to Ezra Pound or William Carlos Williams, in the imagist style. I have read about this school of poetry for years and wanted to work more in it. I suppose there's no time like the present. Find more great poets at NaPoWriMo.