Hints of It

When I think of springtime, scenes from Bambi immediately come to mind. One day it's winter, the next day it rains, and the third day everything is green, the butterflies are swarming, the birds are swooping and playing after each other, and flowers are constantly opening to the bright sun drying up all the rain in a rising mist. Spring is not like that. It's slow. The snow over the winter almost perfectly preserves everything from fall. And when it slowly melts with the rain, you'd think it was fall. But with watchfulness you might catch hints of it (and listening you might begin to hear it): Spring.

yellow. purple. green. orange.

bed.

present

rising champion 

michigan bird 

wrinkled

slippery when wet

chip prr

dew 

sopping

perch

you again

purple. red. green. blue.

leaf puddlet

twins 

hatchery

friends

way back