I found myself looking out the window this morning and thinking of spring. It wasn’t just your usual “I’m sick of winter”, it was more than that, like I needed it somehow. And it was strong. I could smell the wet dirt, see the new grass, green poking through the brown and the last patches of white. It felt warm. Not really sure what brought it on but it was so strong I had to write it down.
frozen ground softens
green shoots push through the black earth
life begins anew