Rain clears from the distant peaks
Dew glistens frostily.
Moonlight glazes the front of
My ivied hut among the pines.
How can I tell you how I am,
A swollen brook gushes in the valley
Darkened by clouds.
- Daito (1282-1334)
This 800 year old poem seems appropriate to me today. I found it on the daily zen site for May 8.
The photo was taken at my parents' farm. Mom's pink dogwood tree is especially lush this year.