Spring Clean

I awake, dull crusted in shadows, to the swelling roar of hard rain on shingles wetly dripp'd down rusted gutters, air thick with cool moisture, ozone sharp razor clean, somehow, the sod grew a deep green coat in one night as dogwoods shed blossoms like fragrant dandruff, when did spring arrive? my mind still bundled in deep winter time, ghosts of snowfields, untouched by sun, blanket my mood in a stiller time now shattered by detonations of life melted by pollen infused with wind scintillate bands of light burn laser bright through pregnant clouds rain gray beams play like shining faeries on the sill as a weird biology compels me to arise rush headlong onto verdant lea dervish twirl'd and humid breathed but lightswitched it's gone thunderheads roll like playground bullies smearing runnels on the window dogwood prism'd to a streak as I shrink back to a pillow smelling faintly of grass.