Hear them? Those quiet stirrings in your hibernated soul? Feel easy stretching, fluttering lids? Smell new air, year's morning? See bashful life-evidence entering? Taste the fresh, the promise, the hope?
See growth humbly pushing up and out from soil, branches,
Up from satiated belly to mind rises melodic creativity in tune with welcomed gifts from the natural world...of which I am part.
Gentle Spring's hopeful telegram, "ON MY WAY"
4 comments:
It'll be at least 3 more months before we see any shoots.
Enjoy your green!
I do. I do. Thanks, Tshs.
There is hope! Somewhere plants are stirring! LIke Tshsmom, tho, not in this frozen burg!!
BJ: She'll find you - one of these days, and you will rejoice!
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