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.
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