Soft fuzz forms on the tips of blooms to come.They plump with anticipation.Birds soar the sky for the first time in months.Pointing their way to their Northern destinations.


The white landscape turns to caramel under the closer heat.Hills transform into mounds of sugary sweetness.


Sweet water runs from the maplesSharing their golden splendor with us.


Seeds itch.Ground softens.Bodies transform.Sun shines.We are springing.