Spring Rain

Another Rainy Day

after weeks of rain, and grey mist

cold and damp.

And yet, somehow

through the downpour, miraculously

all the leaves have emerged.

And the maples

my favorite in another season, now canopy over the deck

leaves heavy with rain,

bright green against

soft and somber grey, that

could almost be pink, if you squint your eyes.

The horse in the  meadow this morning, caught my eye

But was gone

when I climbed the fence with my camera.

In his wake,

he left me breathless.

He gave me 

the gift of the land

the view of the barn, deep red before the mist

and the familiar hills,

almost lost to the gentle, low lying clouds. 

One last time

before I headed off to the car

I searched for him.

Such gratitude, I can’t express

for his gift, 

of inspiration. And because, 

if I squint me eyes...