Movement outside the window
Catches my eye.
A flick of a tail on a suspended
String of lights
Hello old friend,
You survived another winter
And have returned.
Another nest to build.
Another family to raise
Under the protective eaves
Of my porch.
My heart smiles.
Welcome home.
Two days ago it was
Enjoyable enough to sit outside,
T-shirt bared arms warming in the
Early spring sun.
Buds starting to pop
On branches.
Trees and humans alike
Foolishly thinking
Winter was finally over.
Somewhere
Mother Nature
Threw her head back
And laughed.
The sweet smelling tiny flowers
An annual gift from Mother Spring
Each time I smell them
I am sixteen again.
Daydreaming in bed as the smell of
Freshly mowed grass and lilacs waft
Through my windows.
My idea of heaven
Realized.
The drooping string of Christmas lights hanging from the porch roof makes an excellent perch the little house wren decided. He had been busy flying to and fro working on the nest under the eaves. His little feet grip the plastic wires in between the colored bulbs and he gazes out onto the yard his head moving every which way to scan for danger. He has been busy all morning and is only vaguely aware of the figure behind the window watching him intently. This is his second spring here and he is used to the comings and goings from the house. Last year the hanging plant, sitting on the porch floor, was his favorite perch but he enjoyed the slight swinging motion the light string provided when the warm sunny breeze blew. Suddenly a bit of colored string tangled in the grass catches his eye and with a light motion he pushes off and it’s back to work.
Lying in my favorite spot
On the sunroom floor
Beautiful spring day
Warm flower-scented breeze
Washing over me
Colored glass orbs suspended
From the ceiling.
Time passes as I’m mesmerized
By hues of red, orange,
Yellow, green, blue, and purple
Ghosting across my skin.
Today was another rainy and cold day where I live. It left me seriously wondering if we are ever to have spring this year. Then, late this afternoon the clouds parted and the sun came out for about half an hour. I seized the opportunity to take my cabin fever afflicted dog outside for a good run. Opening the back door of the barn I was met with the most amazing sight. The heavy dark clouds had parted and, where the sun blazed through, the remaining raindrops that coated the emerging buds glittered and sparkled. There was a light breeze still in the air that made them shimmer like liquid diamonds. Standing there I imagined that precious water infusing life into those buds and helping them to blossom into the long-awaited leaves that will shade me this summer.
The crocus that heralds the Spring
Has emerged from its slumber.
How something without a brain
Instinctually knows by the
Warming of the soil around it
That it is time to grow.
That it is time to
Spread its flower
To the warming sun
Leaves me
Awestruck and amazed.
Dear Mother Nature,
I mean no disrespect
Didn’t you get the memo
Have you even checked?
Your inbox or your voice mail
Wherever it is you look
I think you should search around
In every cranny and nook.
You see spring is around the corner
It’s just around the bend
It’s time for all the snow and ice
To come to its inevitable end.
So why would you do this to us.
What did we do to you?
For you to slam us with three Nor’Easters
In just a week or two.
The magic of the first snowfall has given way to weariness,
The snow still has its beauty and charm coating the trees
In marshmallow whiteness.
But I long to see life return to the yard outside my house.
Today I noticed grass appearing as the snow recedes
like waves on a shore.
I feel a sense of hope that Spring is coming.
I just have to be patient.
And ignore the forecast calling for a foot of snow this week.
Sigh.