winter rain

You drop weightlessly from nowhere

yet I sense when you meet my crown

then slide downward, wicking to my shoulders.

You gather on random branches

displaced on your journey earthward

missing nearby streams overflowing pebbled edges.

You collect on still green foliage where

you’ve pooled into plentiful offerings for

nearby insects or grazing wildlife.

Light drizzling mist speaks in crepe-thin whispers

only to be heard by this interloper

who focuses on the layers in her foreground.

I appreciate the intricacies of your travel

and am grateful to witness your journey

under grey skies releasing quiet winter rain.