In all that somewhere deep down we all longed for Spring, and today I saw a glimpse of her soft face.
With every drip drop of water the heavy glorious icicles melt, soon no more than a puddle.
And I saw and heard the soft twittering of a bird out upon my window sill.
Though its yet too soon to tell when, I know spring is around, and she and winter are in some delicate dance round and round.
No green grass I can see as yet, no tiny buds of life on the trees, but I saw in a flash all this and more in a tiny bird song.
Almost like a hopeful prayer for springs return.
I know my heart agrees too.
I wrote this a few weeks back, when it was warmer, but never got a chance to post. Somehow it seemed a perfect day for a spring post. the sky is a fine blue and the sun shined brightly, what better heralds of spring ? I hope you my dearest readers are having an equally wonderful day.
Are you keeping an eye out for spring ?
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