On this rainy, April day with snow coming in tomorrow, thought I would write a short poem.
April rains glisten on the wet streets
early flowers yearning to receive
the life giving stream deep into their roots.
Our deep fears reaching out,
our own roots dry, thirsty for one drop.
Seeking the living water that dampens dry souls
opening our lives like early buds on trees,
the light green of new birth, a tentative love,
expressing trust in unseen hands
working on the soil in which