Spring Rain

Mist rises like a tender silver
blush from the forest stream tucked
into the valley below as an aura of
mystery pervades the atmosphere
everything viewed through the 
silver sheen as it rises fading the
brightness of the evergreens and
the sweet pale green of new foliage
stippling maples, oaks and beech
camouflaged as the mist merges
with the gently descending showers
varnishing the forest with a gleam
of light that owes no gratitude to the
sun, banished for days on end from
its high chariot, screened from the
landscape below by a marching
bruised succession of rain-laden
clouds dispatched to wash away
all remnants of winter before spring
in her hauteur will deign to finally
commence her seasonal reign.