droplets of winter rain

gentle last autumn’s leaves,

tickling hidden flora —

emergent stamen, stems & pistils

all urged skyward, seekers

of light’s greening warmth,

nurturing sunshine’s

photosynthetic magic

you sniff the ground,

the spring-greening grass

you lead the two of us

to where it is you wish to go

willingly, I follow —

so enamored, am I,

I follow

I hold your leash

in my hand

but you are the one

who leads us