March 17, 2014
Soil, ready for tiny seedlings and sprouts, for tall green stocks and fluttering leaves.
Skies, hopeful for clouds to fill with rain and then to shatter, for rays of sun that gingerly reach for the ground.
Me, longing to be enveloped in the buzz of brand new. Ready to be surrounded in warmth and blue robin eggs tucked away in nests, fitted in high branches of a flowering tree.
Come soon, spring. Come soon.