my late evening walk
a sudden rain blew in.
From under the rim
of my umbrella
I saw slants of water
and then a whirl of snow,
yet not snow after all
but soft white petals
from the hawthorn trees
finding their time to let go.
When the wind and rain were gone,
a soft blue dome opened above.
Hidden birds broke into singing
as if a new day had just begun.
And maybe one had.
Fresh ethereal light appeared
in the branches of the tallest trees.
My heart lit up also
to greet the newness.
Who could resist
a morning so unexpected
and so utterly beautiful as this?