April Showers

White eggshell crackles lightning criss-cross the black belly, pregnant sky, lancet drops of water spears drill the last of snow to submission of grey dissolve. Wept leaves, fertile emerald, crystal cut, feeding scents of ovulation, of fresh baked bread, moss and mud, feeding, drip by drip, embryonic new world. When rainbow spans moist hills, her prism aflame, burning cathedral arch of colour, does hope spring eternal 'neath such splendour and the future be wondrous to behold.