April rain cleanse the shadows from

My heart and melt winters frozen tears

From the deadened earth beneath my feet

That it may be reborn once more.

Let me feel the warmth of your caress

Against my upturned face, the scent of

Your renewal calling forth what I thought

Had been lost, hope regained in ozone skies.

Let the trees give bloom to clearer thinking

That I may hear that rain murmur it’s sacred

Oath to wizened branches, whispered promises

Of resurrection carried by a freshening wind.

And let me breathe a little easier as I stand

Among those swaying boughs, my soul

Rekindled by the simple complexity of

Raindrops cleansing frozen tears.

END

“Cleanse”