The first day of spring
cloudy and a dirty white.
Not a great promise of
wonderful things to come
But an expectation
Of making it what you need.
The cold, the snow,
The blowing, howling wind
Over.
Patter of sprinkling rain
Rushing, gushing of rivers
As they race into time.
Green growth pushing thru dark dirt.
This is spring
And it has arrived.
~ Patrice