There Will Come Soft Rains; Sherbet Punch

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale; performed by Nicole Vilencia

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sherbet Punch
written and performed by by Nicole Vilencia
Words from the Nictionary

We are the keepers of the secret

of the sherbet punch now
we know how to decorate the tree
how to carve the turkey
how to wrap the odd shaped gifts
we are the Easter Bunny
Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus
and we can fix anything
with a hug or a kiss

We are the ones who know
which closets hold the skeletons
and which closets hold old friends
we know how to clear out the moth balls
dust off the old hats
unwrinkle the crinkled linens
and press them into place
with grace

We are the ones who bury our dead
pushing coins onto their lids
after brushing final kisses
praying Charon will ferry them quickly
fighting off vultures, laying them to rest
collecting their sparkley baubles
and losing our own shine in time

We are the ones who keep secrets
of skeletons and closets and the dead
We hide them behind wise eyes
holding on to the living and hope
creating fables spun of bunnies
and fairies and generosity
we drink life in small cups
dipped straight from the bowl
of perfected sherbet punch