Revealing Herself
The Earth Turns Cold Hard Ice to
Soft Luxurious Mud
Late May, Sleeping In
To the Dappled Sound of Rain
And Flowers Growing
Diving Into Green.
The Happy Sighs of Trees Lift
On the Warming Breeze
Waiting for Springtime
Hoping the Tide has Turned With
Every Liquid Drop
Telephone Wires Drawn
In Orange Above Sunrise
Polished, Empty Streets
A Frozen Sunrise
Whispers Springtime in Pastel
Light on Roofs and Sky