Small glimmers

Over a thousand tiny blue flowers fill my yard outside my window...

Over a thousand tiny blue

flowers fill my yard outside

my window.

Maybe ten thousand. Speedwell

is a weed, wikipedia says, but

bees visit each bloom in turn, over and

over and over

again.

Ice sheeted this spance of green not

two weeks ago, but now

it is blooming,

serving scrumptious

delicious life flourishing just

outside my window.

Spring is on its way? Right? I want it to be.

The daffodils are coming, soon.

Green shoots promising yellow

sunrise, harbingers of spring.

Hope

hope

hope

hope

hope.

Its blooming. It’s coming.

It is getting brighter.

Light turns from white to warm, the sun

attending to her joyful task, gently

rousing the earth,

wake, wake, wake.

Rise up, get up, wake up.

There’s joy to be found.

Hiding under the cover of leaves, snow, patience.

Spring glimmers on the edge of awareness,

softening the soil, muddying

the paths, composting the leftovers of winter.

Dripping with promise,

she’s coming.