Space is the Water We Swim

The last day of winter,
Little Spring lifting,
What is this thing called bOunCE?
Bunnie got banged!

Month of my soul's gray,
Sky's of murk and steel,
The skies eternally cry!
My house weeps in lament.

Moons of hidden wanderers,
Stars of blanketed nights,
This winter is pretty much over!
Only the birds and frogs know it.

When too do flowers know
When do buds grow closer to green
What street is washed away
What nature swells to press earths belly

It is the rain that baptizes our soul
And love but right now pregnant
...in worlds of liquid sunshine, and vitamin D...