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.

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