Marie-Andrée Auclair is a Canadian poet whose poems have found homes in publications in Canada, the USA, UK, Ireland, Australia and Japan. She enjoys hiking, photography, traveling and adding to her cooking repertoire after each trip.

Marie-Andrée Auclair

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Rains

Not long ago, I was dashing bare-skinned
between clean strands of rain
that jingled like glass-bead curtains.
On windowsills, geraniums, brilliant, spring, endless.

Now feels like November, rain so forlorn
trees melt to tears across glass panes;
feels like old age, rain rusting joints
that grate and flake, confining body to its pain
traps it indoors.