Every Trail

The sliver of wind
that lands on a chapped cheek
as March roars in
delays the heart
from falling
in love with spring.

This fierce lover
is not to be trusted
with all he brings so fast
and biting like one too eager
to prove himself against the night
or some other gunslinger.

Remember the baptism
to which all those who are awake
are called.

These waters are the rains
that will bring blossoms.
These waters are the soothing ties
of all healing.
These waters anoint us
with tears that wash
the dust from our feet
that carries all the sorrows we gather
from every trail
we have ever walked.