Spring Showers

Spring showers fall incessant on a desert landscape.

Unmistakable ancient smells climb from the desert floor.

Lizards, spiders and host of snakes slowly from caverns emerge.

Life measured by day’s inches along rejoicing through the cool wet mud.

Sounds quantifying life echo sublimely off canyon walls.

Sounds of which remained muted until the first rain falls.

Spring showers still now these most languid dreams.

Showers of resurrection to which this a new hope brings.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/2008