This

five days

of heavy rain

with its wet fingers

sinking deep

into meadow clay

into the rich soil

of garden beds

but it is

over now

this thin morning hour

the air is cool and painted

with the lazy colors

of a sun rising

through drifting clouds

and here you are

back from

another night's journey

standing for

but a moment

at the edge

of the meadow watching

a dandelion tuft

touches the ground

in your honor

birds sing

from the strong limbs

of guardian trees

announcing your presence