Now It Is The Morning Poem by Rich Harney

Now— it is the morning,
Now —it is the rain,
Quiet in my little town,
Music again.

The small notes grow yellow
And back down —loverly
To sip that boasting fellow—
Clarinet—he.

Tell me moment when you…
Shaped your secret wish,
Morning, and the rain, my little —
Spain were all in this?

Softly,the wet music,
nimbly done,
Up the avenue and down
A Schubert hum.

Now— it is the morning,
Now— it is the rain,
Do it all my happy trice,
Do it all again!


R. Harney