new hampshire spring waits

after the piiter-patter pawprints of rain, after
the butterfly prints of snow, spring
showers one with twirls of breeze-tossed hair...
it seemed so cold just moments ago
winter has not quite left, some mornings,
it's quite a fog.

blue skies, and shape-changing clouds...
the silvery gray belly of the clouds...
sometimes i wish i could ride on those clouds,
look down and rain forever
wishing
everything to be completely replenished, fed.

it would never be like that
but that
the breath of spring is charming
and the showers
which come and go like people at a party,
yes
it is...

driving in weather that is in its seventies
listening to seventies music
and enjoying myself
the windows rolled down like sleeves, i
feel renewed, positive.