Spring colors

A poem for you, celebrating what it is to be spring. Rainy, and at the same time everything new. And we are still here.

Spell against indifference

~Maria Popova

The rain falls and falls

cool, bottomless, and prehistoric

falls like night -- not an ablution

not a baptism

just a small reason to remember

all we know of Heaven

to remember

we are still here

with our love songs and our wars

our space telescopes and our table tennis

Here too in the wet grass

half a shell

of a robin's egg

shimmers

blue as a newborn star

fragile as a world.