The Shades of Spring

I can see the colors
of the sound of rain
in various shades
of blue and green,
muted gray, and sprigs
of yellow like dandelions,
which make firecrackers
as the waters burst open
upon the ground.

I can taste the tingle
of new life, the earthiness,
something soft and wet,
small, indistinguishable
microscopic raptures  
which break forth from
the darkness.

A fragrance stirs
within the air,
it is subtle, yet undeniable,
at times even overwhelming,
and I feel myself falling
amid the daffodils,
cast adrift upon the sea
of green valleys.

I touch the very air,
beneath my finger tips
at first it is hard-edged,
it is sharpened steel
but it tempers into warmth,
it is malleable, even soft,
it becomes feathers
that I may dissolve into.