Thawing in March Rain

*First appeared in Peacock Journal

The chilled and chapped-lipped earth
of turned up russet and green,
beaten by the wrath of a bizarre winter,
exposes its wounds to

the steady pelting rain
soaking and softening.

The melting snow seeps—
with the rain that meets it,
a confluence of purities—
into that ground
all the way down
to the once bitter root beneath it— 
  my heart.

My heart
infected with You,
steeped in Your blood,
the steam of Your purity enveloping me
and rising
like steam rises from the earth
thawing in March rain.

Devon Kelly