unfurling



sprays of petals
the whir and hum of feathered wings
field-puddles and plowed furrows
sun-warmed soil and baby leaves
the way the daffodils are all opening in pairs
suddenly yellow is my new favorite color
I want rain
I want roses
I want redemption
change.
It is good, and it is promised.
I think my soul will always be something of a bride 
when it is
Spring.

Comments

Heidi said…
"suddenly yellow is my new favorite color"

you captured it.

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