La Primavera

Ochre sky a warm, wet backdrop that
drips puddles down onto glistening rooves
    saturate leaves.

Cathedrals of treetops loom in natural immensity.
Light stands tall against the stained glass windows
filtered down through the mist.

My face is softened by my tired eyes
(staring at reflection’s unchanging stare)
as the rain shower cleanses my cheeks and arms
    the branches and boughs
imperfections gently moved aside
by the passing translucent sky.

Life blooms from wet soil
to allow not sun’s cycle to change the day and hour
(reflection’s transformation)
but the beginning of a new paradigm.