spring Monday

catkins blowing

on a cloudy

day 

sometimes...

you hear them

before you see them

but then your heart skips

a beat with joy

listening to their

sweet song

and knowing that

once again

for another year

the robins

have

returned 

immediately following the eclipse...

the first butterfly

~

on the wings

of 

hope

heard this morning...

a beautiful 

treetop call

sight

unseen

~

and as long

as there

are 

birds 

glimpsing

the tiniest sliver

of blue sky

on an otherwise

cloudy

day

swaddling

blankets

pillows

loaves

peace and

sweet dreams

for

every

one

all is...

still

quiet

under a shroud

of

snow