“Deep Lavender Clouds”

Clouds of the darkest lavender

Beset the Israeli afternoon

They send down their piercing rain

A well timed melancholy monsoon

The rain does not sting

As it laces across my torpid face

But it mixes with my tears

Washing my cheeks as if to displace

…The pain I allowed to settle there

Clouds of the darkest lavender

Swept in from the noble sea

They send warm rains down

Washing the whole of me

Their color reminds me of your dress

The one from happy hour

And how you wear class with such finesse

And melt with me in showers

…I remember, I cherish, your laughter

January 2011