peace is a precious thing

smell of rain, amazing textures week (5/52)

i fall to my knees

smells of damp earth mingle

with the lilting song

of a Carolina wren

as sky tears rain down

the skunk cabbage calls

from the lake's muddy edge

miracle of color and texture

emerging from the cold water

in a fever, exuding warnings

when hurt and offering healing

for those who cannot breathe