by Kevin T McEneaney
There is a light Spring rain falling from clouds,
a rain that appears lighter than a leaf,
although tall trees are now bare skeletons.
Spring mist is a transcendental event
that stirs an ancient awareness of life,
even moves one’s fingertips to tingle,
Spring rain shouts an ecstatic memory
as well as recurring reality.
To feel gentle mist on one’s eyelids
or the timid prick of raindrops on scalp
is to meld, unite with Spirit of Spring
in the deep mystery of Creation.
A gentle rain of Spring falls in my heart
where blooms the inspiration of all art.