A Moment's Respite While Looking Out the Window

What beauty there is

in the pitter-patter of rain on stone

of the deep lush green of drinking trees

framed by a gentle wool-grey sky

where silver trails of joy glide

down a clear pane of glass

cool to touch

and the newly awakened scents of tree and flower

cause my heart to stir and my soul to dance.

Bathe me in your gentle rain

rid me of the impurities of the city of men

freshen my mind and my heart.

I soak you up like the dark, deep Earth

I cast my roots deep within your mysteries

and stretch my limbs out

into the glorious union of elements.

I drink you in.

Nourish me.

May 19, 2000