.
Winter sleeps.
Spring stretches
like a waking puppy
gangly and curious
nosing the dirt
greenly.
Spring yawns. Bulbs pierce
the soil blade sharp like spears,
pushing aside last year's
leaves.
Come red breasted bird,
examine rain wet grass
for an earthworm meal. The
violets and crocuses
won't mind.
Lady A
04-11-15
909a
Absolutely charming and
Absolutely charming and vibrant personifications of the most anticipated season. (And didn't we long for it this year!) Everything about this montage of awakening spells rebirth, refreshment and hope. I adored the casual brilliance of: ". . . The / violets and crocuses / won't mind."
A beautiful celebration.
Renewal
Slate cleaned, new start - every year I celebrate another Spring; a place to resprout from the stored up energy of the winters of our lives. Keeps the outlook fresh and curious and optimistic. The used up dies - the next thing is always about to happen. Spring says here it comes, get ready! 71 and still a people believer - line by Katie Heoburn, A Lion In Winter, "How Am I possible!"
Best wishes
~S~
Such uplifting and
Such uplifting and transformative thoughts. Thanks for the much-needed dose of Springtime.
U
R welcome :D
today is more like Spring.
today is more like Spring. Yesterday was quite on the nippy side
Here, Next Week
70's! PLANNING A PARK RUN! :D