Archive of New Mexico Poetry – Leo Romero

Weaving the Rain

I smell the first rain of this spring
and leave the door open
I am reminded of a feeling I had yesterday while looking at a map of New Mexico
I was overcome by a sense of enormous space and I caught a wiff of wind
carrying rain, and I felt the gamma grass moving around me, spreading for
hundreds of miles

Outside the wind is weaving the branches with their sprays of young leaves
and flowers
The wind deftly weaving the rain
into darkness
as the trees wave

About the Poet
Leo Romero’s books include Agua Negra and Going Home Away Indian (Both from Ahsahta Press) This poem is collected in New Mexico Poetry Renaissance edited by Sharon Niederman and Miriam Sagan, Red Crane, 1994.