Sunday morning

Sunday morning-

        moving in and out of sleep,

        somewhere close on

        an ivy-covered wall.

        Rain falls on the rain.

        The weather report

        predicts heavier falls

        toward evening.

        Rain

                drips on the rain

        and further along the trellis

        outside my window

        somewhere towards spring

        with muted joy

        glazes a thousand buds

        of white jasmine.