solstice rain rouses sleepy earth
from winter dreams —
forest floor pores sodden,
oozing droplets
slipping into streams;
stubbly sedge stretches lazily
into hazy sky
as mute sun filters
through stirring sugar pines —
sparking shimmer in stunted shoots,
singed by the death of winter;
our wakening world
lit in the glitter dazzle
of a thousand silver sequins.