I recall this rain

From the pungent petrichor

From the song on soil

 

There’s a friendly hat

That snuggly agrees with me

When it’s time to hike

 

To prove entropy

Befriend snow until April

When it forms a rill

 

Wrap this day in gauze

Place it carefully nearby

For recollection

 

In the aged log

Moss fills a rotted crack

A salve for decay

 

I’m derivative

Connected to everything

But original

 

On the barest perch

The hummingbird stopped awhile

Then a flower called

 

Do we need a week?

If not, there’s always the moon

Sunrise and seasons