last night
the first
hard rain
of spring
fell
this morning
the rivers
roiled
with rain swell
churned
with snow melt
and mud
in the distance
there is still
snow
in the high mountains
there is still
an edge
of winter
do you doubt
this world?
question
your place
in the unfolding
of things?
such moments
are allowed
even encouraged
however
do not forget
to trust
the yellow hints
of possibility
pushing
through the matted leaves
remember
your ocean voice
and the notes
that will collect you
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
last night
the first
hard rain
of spring
fell
this morning
the rivers
roiled
with rain swell
churned
with snow melt
and mud
in the distance
there is still
snow
in the high mountains
there is still
an edge
of winter
do you doubt
this world?
question
your place
in the unfolding
of things?
such moments
are allowed
even encouraged
however
do not forget
to trust
the yellow hints
of possibility
pushing
through the matted leaves
remember
your ocean voice
and the notes
that will collect you
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