it's coming

spring was in the air, literally, last evening, when the sky was streaked with clouds of carnation pink. melting snow gushed from downspouts, and from all the way in the back of the house, i could hear the rush of the waterfall in the front. even the wind lacked bite.

this morning, the sunlight lies in long gold streaks across the snow, and i can hear the bluejays calling, the sparrows cheeping and the crows screaming. wednesday's snow lies light as down over the lawns and the rocks. on the other side of the pond, the willows are turning yellow. in the wood beside the storage shed, the dark green heads of snowdrops pepper the spotless snow.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.