I feel the Transition.
It lives and breathes in me.
A 60 degree February day gave much relief of ice covered driveways.
In the kiss of warm winds, we removed our woolen hats
and donned a lighter jacket.
It was a day to emerge as the ants begin a sleepy trail into the kitchen
and a familiar Spring bird sings one throaty song in the morning sun.
A portent of what is to come.
The Earth is Awakening.
I am called forth from the Dream.
I peek out, briefly, from my Hermitage
and my Heart fills with the promise of tomorrow.
Night falls, the snowy landscape glows in the Full Moon light.
A cold wind bends and sways the trees,
the window chimes thrust into constant Melody.
It is not yet Time.