Author Amy Lowell SPRING R AIN Tinkling of ankle bracelets. Dull striking Of jade and sardonyx From whirling ends of jointed circlets. Summer R AIN Clashing of bronze bucklers, Screaming of horses. Red plumes of head-trappings Flashing above spears. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments