The snow melts and earth softens.
Sprouts erupt and the worms awaken.
The green overtakes the brown
In slow stages.
It sneaks in at the bottom first then
In from the edges.
Herbs spring to life
Under cover of dead leaves.
Perennials all, they recognize
The season’s changes first
And push themselves through the snow.
First to rise, first to shine.
A change in seasons has begun, another winter survived
And the hope and promise of spring proves true yet again.