perspective
the daffodils bow their heads
in the early morning rain
without explanation, on
this day after resurrection.
I am left to find resonance in
both reverence of redemption
and the weight of the water.
the raindrops hang like tears
on the window, or tiny jewels,
depending on where I am.
my coffee cup is as empty
as the tomb, telling me it is
time to go out into the rain,
to take my place with the flowers.
life goes on after Easter.
Peace,
Milton
First glimpse of sunshine…right now! Rain washed off the pollen for a moment.
Stunning!