Ambience (Poetry Book 2)

Mellow Spring. May 22nd, 2021.

On the 4th of May I wrote

The only rain people don't seem to fear is Spring rain

for the soft rain and warm tides that promise a less biting tomorrow

We'll wear less-

freely-

And photosynthesize our way through healings of shadows no one knows.

I've seen you carry on conversations by the drizzle,

hair uncovered,

and face unmasked for shade-less bask in mellow springs missed yesteryear in May.

If I recall correctly.

If every year, and every season, was like the May of this time...

Would the world feel warmer?