Velvet Trumpets
White filtered dawn sun –
not darkness and rain –
lights tracks thru wet grass.

See –iris’ first blooms!
from plants long ignored
and hidden by rocks.

Bursting with life,
dripping with dew,
black buds burst forth.

Blue-black, no –
red-black, no –
god’s pearlescent velvet.

Promises precious
of life still to come,
dark trumpets of hope.

God help us help us.