Through rain-beaded windows I watch the wind-tugged hazel branches that await the clothing of spring
Powdery green tails of catkins jostle against the white billowed sky
It\'s not long now. Not long before the greens and celandines and the lambs cry
When the pensive thrush emerges through sun-dappled leaves, and gifts the world with deep beauty as it sings
The lifting spirits of my heavy heart, as the long endurance of the gloomy winter has finally past
Life has turned the Earth so many times along its celestial path
Yet taught me little to survive the drowning before the eventual gasp
Clambering back into the bright light. When everything seems right and hope surges like a furled sail on a mast
The shower passes, and the morning waxing sun radiates warmth through the house in golden light
The landscape and my soul awakening and pulsing with a vibrant heart
A smile deep inside. With excited eyes as I gladly step up to take my part
In the unfurling celebration of our existence. And try to sing out my song with all my might