On this morning's walk

A light rain is falling.  Raindrops glisten in the diffused light on dutch iris petals and maple leaves.  The lilacs are beginning to open.  Their fragrance struggles to overcome the scent of rain.  Looking up, through the mountain mist; I see a new dusting of snow on the peaks.  Then, while looking down, I see the turquoise-blue fragility of a robin's egg. Spring!