Cold Rain

Cold rain falls.

Upon the earth
Upon this temple
Upon my heart

Wash dust from the earth
Stale tears from my cheeks
And the lie from my thoughts

Trickle deep to my roots
To the heart of my soul
To the seeds hidden there

So ripen each furrow.
Down there in the dark
Where eyes do not go

Rejoice in this failing light
These frigid months
The bitter winds

Spring hastens, my dear
The love-light is kindled
Only conceived in these moments

When cold rain falls.