Even the Rain

And so I pray for Spring,
not this back and forth striptease of a season
we have here in Vermont,

but something bright and certain,
a place and time where one does not have to search
for color;

something that shouts warmth
everywhere the eye settles.
Where even the rain is warm.

About this poem

About spring. About life.

My daughter took the picture in Cornwall, England.

Tom