As leaves unfurl in the cold air they catch naught but...

Inviolate shards of rain falling from grey swaddled heavens

What a fury is within these drops, but my heart would hear

Only echoes of a Mermaids mirth from forgotten aquatics

Memories brought here on water stolen from the ocean

They transmute within gravity to puncture quisling seams

Deliver a sting of icy water on warm skin veiled in cloth

Would that Easter would now end and the summer begin?

For there is much to do and the year is rising in urgency

And I would finish this obsession now it is so slowly begun