rush

New Day

color and light
rushing in
pushing out the darkness

water’s purpose
to be ever
rushing home

river rushes by
flowers take
their time

months of stillness
liberated by
the freeing sun

in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water

in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation

fast moving sky
the world rushes by
a leaf holds tight to home

a pink cascade
rushes over
rocks

late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries

Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.