A blue-grey sky
Engulfed in moist clouds
Surrounded
Wrapped in cool nothingness
It is ok to cry
The sky cries
Drops of rain fall
To the ground
Fall on my umbrella
Like applause
Bravo
You are cleansed
Baptized in the earthy
Dampness
You will sprout forth
Like a hyacinth
Snow will melt from
Your waxy leaves
The appendages of
Time
It is springtime in Texas
I am a bluebonnet
Scattered by the wind
Planted in this
Colorado soil
Waiting to blossom
