Snow is gone but the ground
Still holds its cold.
Warmth in spots, sun showers
Sink beneath my skin warming me from the inside out.
Familiar places return from the
Snows, like crops from the field.
Plants and flower stalks rise from
The ashes of last year’s autumn,
And leaves flattened by winter’s drifts
Stir in the spring breeze and blow in gangs across the yard.
All is in motion, change is in the air
And the earth responds.
The ice comes out of the birdbath in a saucer
shaped disk, embedded with seed husks.
The spring forest greens from the ground up and red and brown catkins
decorate the maple and aspen tree tops.
Even the sound of the windchimes responds to the spring breezes.
Winter’s harsh clanging is softened to a lovely lull of melody.
Oak trees gladly relinquish last year’s leaves to
make room for new buds opening.
As if to say, “Now is the time – the moment has come, embrace the new season
of growth and life until the cycle repeats and winter’s snow returns with the
silence and stillness of ice.”