you

When the trees spout buds and showers of pollen. Their boughs shaking and swaying. When the air is cool and clammy. Spring's rejoice and arrival. And I know You are here, but what are You waiting for? 

Splendor

The air lays, thick and sweet. My throat caught with pollen and the dryness of tired tears. Bees and wasps harass the bush, now overgrown and menacing beside me. And I sit. A heavy day. The sun hides, but his presence is known. Clammy cheeked and sweat-mouthed, I let the chills of dehydration and fatigue run through me. What's next, I do not know. For I am here. In this exhaustion. In this crippling pain. In this unyielding unknown. On this God given spring day, full of splendor and surprise.