Goodbye Winter, Hello Spring

Wind howls through my ears

bright hair a mess of knots and twists

playing with the breezes,

my cheeks are bitten by the cold

bright red nose

like Rudolph gone rogue.

I crouch low to the ground

where my boots lie

in half melted puddles of snow

seeping into my thick woolen socks

my grandma knitted for me

that winter long ago.

But it does not matter.

Because I have just seen life.

Life.

It trembles, fragile in the tempest of death

of weather and dead branches

Go on I say

You can do it.

It’s a green bud of a flower

fresh lime speckled green

peeping out from the mud of the world

The infinite brown

wet

green.

Green, it’s coming,

it’s everywhere.

Look I say

There it is hidden in the branches

of the bald, old tree,

There it is bursting through

the bushes

the grass

the flowers

the trees

Like a thunderclap

Awake awake

their fresh cries

free of long sleep.

I can hear their content sighs

as their branches and new green hairs

stretch out

into the warm sun

greeting it with familiar arms

and dancing leaves

like cats after a goodnight’s sleep.

I laugh with delight

at the sight

of such wonderful green.

It’s coming, it’s coming.

Soon the birds will fly back

and the flowers will bloom

the air will be filled

with petals and golden light.

Goodbye winter,

Hello spring.