shades of becoming…

how might i impart to you

the post rain magic of

a heavy gray sky

filtered light

turning the canyon vivid

neon damp moss

framed

through bare silver branches

the rock tumbled river

flowing

fast and slow

teal and jade and slate

this winterstark scene

a contrast

to the overbright

washed-out hues of summer

how standing at this precipice

awakens in me a remembering

of

the beauty of my seasons

how it lands in me

in my body

in my being

this invitation to embrace

all the shades of my becoming

?