Winter rains, welcome home

It is a sunny
warm early fall morning,
the aftertaste of summer.

By noon
the clouds large
tall and slow
come to clean it away

filling in with white cotton
all along the ocean coast
sparing the sun still on the land and to the east

The ocean falls to the advance
then by the time I could start to imagine the smell of dinner
they took on grey,
a dirtiness kin to the mud they'll leave in their tracks onshore.

telling in the walk quietly with a big stick way
of the weight they're carrying
carrying to us
to us and our dry land.

They come
snuff out the sun

They climb
they stall
stall going over
hitting land after a long low ocean cruise.

Climbing over
over the mountains

Stalled and squeezed for us
sending new blood down

new blood down the streams
down the streams towards the ocean
towards the oceans and down around the land

around and through the land
and the roots of all the dry summer trees
the dry summer trees waiting for another spring
waiting for another spring of quenched thirst and sun
sun warm and alive

content and full of purpose
full of purpose and means
purpose and means to make it to their goal
to their goal and growth well spent
growth well spent
spent in warm sun
sun warm and alive

so much nicer to make any mistakes while well fed
while well fed you can still learn
still learn the difference
different between a day thriving
and a life surviving

Welcome
welcome home
winter rains
welcome home and lay down
lay down the first blocks of our coming spring
our coming spring in sun warm
sun warm and alive.