May

The city green and darkened by the rain
The sky a bluish white behind cloud cover
I feel alive again. This keeps me sane
Despite the absence of my distant lover
For in a paradise of brown and green
What sadness can remain that can't be born?
I feel the love of nature in the scene,
Banishing despair with growing scorn,
Tinging the very air with such a tingle
That deadened boughs would feel themselves alive
Allowing water, earth, and air to mingle
Sparking the fire that will gyre and strive;
For in this climate all will bloom and rise
And any sorrow from this beauty flies.