The potent
spring dawn broken
By the
burgeoning storm,
A tide of
violet eclipsing the horizon.
The air,
in thickening expectation
Bends to
taunt the yawning earth.
Grasses
stir from their dew-heavy slumber
Their entreaties
received by the pregnant sky.
In placid
air the birdsong
Stilled,
replaced by thunder’s
Sonorous roar
and the branching
Fiery crack
of light
--- that
tremulous vein.
As the first
ample drops collide
With windshields
and wilderlands,
The silent
praises of mouse and man
Rise as
earth receives its consolation.
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