Spring

The light is more present than it use to be. Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears - Resilient against the odds! The frost finger fears: a threat still lurking ...in the darkness... Tiny trust shoots tentatively test their way forth Inhaling the air deeply; drinking it in: Both crisp, cold and biting ...but... full of the butterfly kisses of the sun's rays. The dancing of crane fly hopes Can they really take off? Standing at the edge of the river The scaffolding of new enterprise lay ready. I watch the ebb and flow echo in my soul, Finally a rhythm that I can understand. It might be alright.