Spring creeps in

Spring creeps in
Her splendour shining new
In streaming sunshine
Her gentle carress
On skeletal trees
And frosted ferns
She stays in the wings
Dipping her toe
In frozen fronds
She bides her time
Waiting
Waiting ...

While winter watches warily
Possessively pushing
Killing newness
With cruel precision
And still
Spring clings
To her toehold
Knowing her time will come
And waiting
Waiting ...

A bit early to get excited, I know but change is in the air. I can almost smell it. Another month of winter weariness and new life can start again.

Yikes! 700 tomorrow. Man, that crept up quickly.