As all are aware, the seasons have molted early this year.
Having shed winter coats and exchanged barren trees for the ground’s ripe produce, there is a new charge in the air. Please enjoy a little poem while I cook up the next adventure….
Every droplet glistens
On every tensile and verdant blade of grass
The light winks back in toto
The tender breeze blows
a swirling and fresh breath of cool
to chase the warm and humid air
from the sudden spring rain.
One sits and ponders
the beauty of it all,
after such dark and hissing clouds.
The steaming storm has passed,
and in its wake
Earth yawns, expands, and smiles…
as the sun, in its everlasting strength,
paints in the finest spun gold & stripes its deep and rich colors
wherever it thinks best…
Proud, glorious, and pure… after the spring rain.