Immigrant

Photo from
myrockymountainwindow.com

spring hired some heralds
to trumpet her entrance
they blow sheets of rain
slightly warmer than air
shrinking winter its layers
begin slow recession from
ridges of rooflines this north
country village refreshed by
its season of slumber yawns
into familiar warm welcome
of sun on its newly awakened
square footage of skin high
above banks and drifts just
beginning to melt in first
barely perceptible trickles
that soon will grow charging
and roaring through rivers
and streams of this countrified
landscape that took me
accepted me folded me in
as if one of its own without
prejudice held against where
I was born or my city-bred face