Returning

 

 

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

Spring Thoughts

Our weather has turned wet and cold, not the typical Spring weather one is hoping for.
I have plans for planting and pottering, but sadly not today.
There's a cold, blustery north wind blowing, and rain has saturated the ground for the past two days.
Candle-light brightens the darkness, and the aroma of baking banana bread, fills the air.

Stirring

 The calendar says Winter, and yet daffodils are in bloom.

The first snowdrops dangle from green stems.

A sweet scent, like a hundred daffodils blooming in a distant wood, perfumes the air.

Green blades cut through dark earth.

Buds open on bare branches.

Wind rattles the windows.

Rain splashes against the panes.

The promise of spring stirs my heart.