I see the sun today
Bright, but still a chill
Winter trying to hang on, and Spring steadily gaining ground
Spring is coming
I know it is, I hope it is
I’m hanging on to that
The birds know it too
I hear their song each morning
As the dark of night turns gray
And the sky lightens into peach and pink glow
The plants hear the song, feel the rhythm, feel it in their bones
They reach upwards to catch the warm rays of Spring sun
I, too, turn my head towards the Sun, trying to capture the warmth on my skin
And let it rest there sinking in to warm my bones
Spring is coming
I know it is, I hope it is
I’m hanging on to that for today
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