now

when soft rains have washed away winter’s drab
emerald green clothes once-sere branches and
cerulean sky and petrichor and gentle breeze suffuse my senses

when cardinals and jays and mockingbirds
swoop and dive in impromptu dogfights

when dandelions are yellow suns
among clover-white stars in a sea of green,


when i look east, the sun behind me light bending into a rainbow

right now this moment

NationalPoetryMonth
Day 20