Light through scattered clouds
well, with just a little bit more cloud
resolving into nothing much
when, half inch hailstones smashed into the tulips
and lilac at it's best
that's spring for you, when something is perfect, boom
half an hour later, they were fluffy and innocent
like a fluffy monster swimming on a lake of clear water
or a pink iceberg.
Ah, the vagaries of weather!
