Coming Spring by Fumie Thorpe
Periodic precipitation is a sure sign of spring. Each raindrop must be encouraging the greens to burst in the soil. The north wind is howling; though, the sun is shining through the city streets. The florets of the Daphne have just started to show their white interiors as if to fill my sight with their scent already. It makes me feel dizzy somehow when I think of the best of the spring; that is promised to arrive here from as far as where our dreams go to embrace us all with the flowers and songbirds; and nothing more than the blessing of that southerly breeze. |