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.
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