Warm days in full sun trapping us in joy.
A picnic on a colorful blanket catching shadows from buds just reaching up through the long browned earth.
A stroll through our village watching shops waking from winter and cafés spilling over.
A bald eagle playing chase with a raven outside our window, so close their wings seemed to reach inside to us.
Fingers pushing into dirt planting seeds that we now stalk for signs of that amazing first green.
A bumblebee devouring nectar that caught our attention for while, and us sitting so still just enthralled to watch as it danced with a flower.
How is it that these first moments of spring, these last of winter, both awaken and quiet us?
Two butterflies seen.
Growing light, lingering into night.
These moments when winter starts to intermingle with spring; Cold, weeping days dotted with promises to come.
Let us lay on this edge…..fall into the space between winter and spring.
What a lovely few days it has been.