Poetry: Down Heaven’s Grey Cheek

It would make sense
that upon my awakening
as the birds begin their morning song

the sound of rain would accompany them

Tears are falling
down heaven’s grey cheek
and landing in the lap
of the soil of the earth

(Anne Jackson – March 2010)

(In honor and memory of my Uncle Jesse Janek, who passed away from cancer on March 24, 2010)