Burnished and Brushed Hints of Spring

spring is murmuring whispering with...tiny little breaths... burnished and brushed hints of hope...irresistible ...optimism subtle ...cagey peaking around the edges of things elfin wisps... playing hide n seek... "catch me if you can"...but only with the corner of your eye! stealthy little darts popped from mystical brown bows blue and white and a softest ever green greys too so they blend with snow and sidewalk they sleep upon the mossy hills beneath mushroom trees and I begin to dream