pretty green things are creeping out from underground hibernation,
birds tweet and chirp and sing from every branch in every tree,
and most especially from the little nest built in a hole
where our house and porch meet.
i want to dance naked and splash in the puddles
while chanting a primal spring-sprang-sprung song:
“it’s coming! get ready! it’s nearly here!”
what a deliciously hopeful and refreshing time of year.
we’ve had rain for days…
