Petrichor
Rain seeps into soil,
puddles on pavement.
It courses down tree limbs,
turns trickles to streams.
Boots splash.
Worms squirm.
Squirrel lifts her
bushy umbrella
while we raise our faces,
breathing in the musty scent,
the heady perfume of
PETRICHOR.
puddles on pavement.
It courses down tree limbs,
turns trickles to streams.
Boots splash.
Worms squirm.
Squirrel lifts her
bushy umbrella
while we raise our faces,
breathing in the musty scent,
the heady perfume of
PETRICHOR.
This poem is copyright (©) Buffy Silverman 2024
About the Writer
Buffy Silverman
Buffy’s fascination with nature inspires much of her writing. Her recent book, On a Snow-Melting Day: Seeking Signs of Spring, received a star from Kirkus Reviews and is an NCTE 2021 Notable Poetry Book. A companion book, On a Gold-Blooming Day: Finding Fall Treasures, is an NCTE 2023 Notable Book in the Language Arts. She lives near a swampy lake in Michigan where she enjoys outdoor time with her dog, watching and photographing nature, and writing poetry.
