Early Summer Morning, After Rain
Stepping into the city
after a nightlong rain,
onto cool, wet cobblestones.
Into full, floating scents
of moist earth,
thriving green leaves,
the lime-musk
of sycamore bark,
the pale perfume
of a run-wild rosebush.
Into quietly inviting feelings
of freshness, lushness.
Everything washed down,
washed clean;
every planting overspilling.
Past puddles
in the walking path
all clear and still,
like the reservoir
I circle softly round,
but for the ripple
of a bell
from an old churchtower
ringing
the morning hour
across the water.
Colin Goedecke
Central Park, New York
July 5th, 2016