Winter Rain

Rain in January, where did the winter go, overflowing river, muddy bitter,
it's 13 shades of gray as the days struggle to fight back darkness.
 
It’s melting white.

Cloudy ice shields retreat, the grass turns green,
filling my insides with Spring blossoms bursting a throbbing inner thirst.

It’s melting white.

No rest or winter reflection, ugly scenes
confusing emotions of love too soon to sprout out loud.
Budding buds will die in the illusion played on time.

Still… be still… but still…

“Jump in!”

The river flows fast and strong and high, teasing me,
enticing, willful murky cold swallows up all in its path.
Struggling with monotones of gray and brown,
my feet sink in the dirt and mud
sliding along the icy change of time.
 
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

for the Sun,
to shine,
to flow,
to bud,
to bloom,
to be.
Too soon.

Twisted tears of unknowing joy January rains play with my heart,
wrestling with timeless faith, still, be still...

it’s melting white.

Kate Hollett
Jan 30, 2006