Showers

Raindrops rolling off the willow

Linger on early buds before the plunge.

Ground littered with branches

From last night’s wind.

Only the hint of spring

In the midst of winter wet.

A trampled white rubber glove

Flashes me a “peace out!”

Very few humans out today

None yesterday.

Perhaps they are home

In their delicious hot showers instead.

Mountains obscured by clouds

Trees kindly offering shelter and warmth.

Inspiration further from reach today

Like a universal pause before new growth.

A good day for a cup of coffee

And a big cozy chair.

To linger a moment

Before the next plunge.

Then step with gratitude

Into my own hot shower

And set out in the world

To find the other humans.