Its early dawn and the sky is still dark. I slip outside into the chill of a waning winter wind. The nip has gone. There is a stirring in the trees, their naked branches shuddering in the cold...I look up at the sky hoping to see the sun..
a rosy-red sun
appears from behind grey clouds~~
fragrance of blossoms
Slowly everything is coming alive. From my backyard, my ears catch a lilt. Its magical. Yes, the birds are back from their southern jaunts. Some never left home and are warbling away merrily. Phoebe, Phoebe whistles the Chickadee, Peter, Peter yells the Titmice in musical overtones, the Nuthatches sound their tiny horns.....
return from their winter homes--
a woodpecker hammers
I can see the clouds clearing slowly and the warmth of the sun streams down. Suddenly my toe strikes dirt, the snow has been melting and viola !!! what do I see??
A pale yellow bloom of winter aconite nudging through the snow.Little green leaves peek from under melting ice mixed with mud ....
blushing buds unfurl~~~
as Glory Of The Snow blooms
the Snowdrop sparkles.....
lifts the corners of my mouth--