Precision

 

Halted in my tracks

A tear ran down my face

Until it fell free- to damp grass

Melting snow reveled a lifeless color

Much like a still painting pose

As it laid resting in silence

Atypical April snow shower

In early hours of predawn

Brought death instead of raindrops

That normally births forth, life

It really was, quite unexpected

Twas only a day earlier

When I was elated- symbolically

The prospect of spring flooded over

Sunshine filled the landscape

Inviting warmth was radiating

Without summertime kind of suffocating

Gentle breezes brushed over everything

Random chirps of birds, tweeted

A multi-colored butterfly appeared

As it pranced on currents of air

I became memorized in wonderment

My heart began to see things, differently

Memories elicited past conversations

And the perfect tone of her voice

Suddenly spoke, loud and clear

My eyes had closed by then

And somehow I became convinced

She had returned, in her promised way

Mysteriously and tangibly

Invoking to marry past and present

She became- a living message as evidence

Like a rainbow of life

For but only a single purpose…mine

 

Poet of the Light © 2020