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Lecturing My Daughter on Her First Fall Rain
by
Tom Montag


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this then is fall rain.
i spoke of it

in july, telling you
rain has textures,

telling you july
rain drives deep for

dry roots, to fill them,
drives in at warm

angles, softly. i
told you then fall

rain is cold, rough as
wrought iron, sometimes,

bent as rusted nails.
you were content,

though, to wait, to learn
this rain by touch,

to measure your blue
fingers against

the still warm places
between rain-drops

on your surprised face.

This poem is permanently incorporated onto a hallway wall on the second floor 
of the Midwest Airlines Convention Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Used here with the author’s permission.

 

Purchase a framed print of this poem.

 

Tom Montag's newest book is In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013. Raised on an Iowa farm, Tom is the author of numerous books, including Curlew: Home, a memoir about growing up; Kissing Poetry’s Sister, a collection of essays that examines the writing life and being a writer; The Idea of the Local, essays about people and place; Middle Ground, a collection of early poetry, and The Big Book of Ben Zen, a compilation of work from his Ben Zen poetry series. He also, with Peter Pizzino, co-wrote Peter’s Story, about growing up in Milwaukee’s Italian Third Ward during the 1920s-1930s. Tom posts a short poem every workday on his blog, The Middlewesterner(www.middlewesterner.blogspot.com) and is at work on a long-term project about the Middlewest entitled Vagabond in the Middle (www.wlhn.org/vagabond). He also writes lyrics for, and plays bass with, the folk/new roots group, Doc Abbick in Trinity (give a listen at http://www.myspace.com/docabbickintrinity and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpLYkd0v8Aw&list=UU8Gtu7aBdrk0-GKdxAMqn_g). Though he retired at age 55 from a career in the printing industry so that he could write full-time, Tom admits that he still doesn’t know what he wants to do when he grows up.

 

 


Post New Comment:
njc:
What an intensely delightful, simple poem. Weaving the title into this, though, leaves me a bit disturbed at the thought of over-explanations for someone so young; my sense is, this was a turning point for her father, and maybe he became more careful about his lectures. Lovely, memorable, a beautiful lesson.
Posted 10/05/2014 11:48 AM
karenpaulholmes:
very nice poem. Sparse in a good good way -- precise but still full of feeling.
Posted 10/05/2014 10:39 AM
jah:
Great descriptions.
Posted 10/05/2014 07:30 AM
mimi:
after days of rain, a lovely poem, Tom, thanks...
Posted 10/05/2014 07:18 AM
Ross Kightly:
To aim for a surprised face at every rain shower! Great stuff, thank you [from the sunshine on the other side of the Pond].
Posted 10/05/2014 04:37 AM
barbsteff:
Today's rain was the cold, rough as wrought iron kind. Perfect timing.
Posted 10/04/2014 11:17 PM


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