Wild violets and crocuses breathe
life into otherwise bland green.
Bland only until the wind blows,
when the green becomes a lake
of rustling life.
Dew drops rest on fresh flowered petals
as finches sing to the universal beat
of footsteps. A hummingbird
flits through the air as rapid
as the heart beat within it’s cavity.
Beetles, butterflies, and bees zoom
past your face, the flapping buzzing sound
stops you in place.
Exoskeletons and stingers just aren’t pretty
like the wings of a changed caterpillar.
The sun is shining but the sky is slumping,
small pops of waterdrops hit the ground.
You hear them but you don’t see them,
until suddenly, you feel them.
Spring might still be there tomorrow.