Slow and Steady

Steadily the rapids flow, fast and quick, splashing up and down the stones then falling into the pond. Swirls and ripples form where once still waters held one’s gaze now, a constant motion forward, away to reach the distant shores. Sun light warm, erraptured blurrs fill the blue hued sky to stretch along the mornings horizon. The day begins quiet and silent slipping out the shadowy night to blend and blind in the air. From the earth a thousand green pointed shoots inch up a little further each day basking in the sun drenched warm. Spring comes early yet anticipated ready to rise, living again in the newness of a spring day.