A Spring Rain

The seething luscious green
entangles and twists together deeply.
Rich heavy growth crawling
through my window
through my screen
relentlessly
driving with a mad force.
Strike, Strike!
It smothers the house
rising fiercely
through the misty matted night
where tendril bud and root
converge.

Deep pulsating thrust of spring
Rushing, yearning to melody
within melody.
Rushing to be itself.

Inspired growth through my window
bringing rain
thick and ambrosial-
thunder driven.

You are a mad plenitude
eternally returning.

Tender shoot -
upward spiral
rocking,rocking
to the rhythm of a wanton new spirit
until
the gentle overcomes:
Drops moist and soothing
lick my window.

The green recedes slipping away
through the sparkling net
weaving stars glittering and weeping.
Wind inhaling
to uncertain quiet.
Dazzle crystal on invisible thread
in the tinseled night.