All In Green

i like the rain upon the fir tree

sweet drops of drifting cloud

softly falling fresh and constant

endowing us with life

winter’s campaign is ebbing

northern wintry wall recedes

revealing true the good earth’s

dappled browns and greens

storm systems gather

as our world spins round

from a tempest in chennai

comes a wild monsoon that drowns

we are tilted through our axis

twenty-three degrees off-kilt

summer points us toward the sun

and winter hides us away

an impact from ancient millenia

made our glowing night sky face

to rule the ebb and neap tides

as round the sun we spin through space

with the sun and moon

our seasons whirl and ebb and flow

spinning round the whole wide world

turning through each season’s show

so we know the burn and the bitter

not stuck in either the long year round

and though winter can be brutal

without the cold no spring would sprout

still these little drops grace the fir tree

and softly wet your hair

spring remains at arm’s length

but suddenly i don’t care

ever softly turning

toward a new day yet unseen

today i know for certain

spring is coming all in green

~e