Spring

The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within. I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again. The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more. The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store. It’s still very chilly around here late at night. But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right. I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere. At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare. A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants. But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants. My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth. Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth. The images that beseech me as I leave this old house… Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused. As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land… My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.