Snow is gone and I’m in spring clean-up mode.
Syrup is flowing. Folks go for the gold.
Seeds and soil are both in waiting.
Birds and mammals are noisily mating.
Streets are dirty, with sand and salt.
Knobby buds will leaf, by default.
Openings, trustful tender nature,
Miracles of life move towards the future.
Sprouting and birth hold infinite power.
Are YOU in a cocoon or about to flower?