Winter Rains

Clouds settle in the canyon

Hovering above the river

Like dandelion seed heads

Waiting to be scattered by the breath of a dreamer

Hundreds of wishes wanting to be realized

The rain

A translucent veil

Over the distant hills

Revitalizes an abundance of green moss

That covers the red dirt and glimmering rocks

The water-logged mud

Emits a sweet petrichor

That mingles with the fragrance of

The California Bay leaves

Perfuming the air

With a potent aroma

Once-dry creek beds brimming from the rain

Rush down towards the river

Feeding the thundering waters

The life source of the canyon