Spring whispered her promise yesterday

 

Come hither spring whispered

in a sweet voice, come here

and feel the sun on your skin

listen to the bird song.

Dance among the moss in

the lawn, and watch the

fir cones fall onto your truck

with a resounding plunk, know

that you will be very busy

cleaning up the lawn….again.

“Did you forget to lime?”

“Too bad” she coo’s….

”it’s going to rain, and the

grass will start to grow soon and you will be lamenting not having seeded when you could.”  Don’t worry she says,

you will too busy counting new green leaves to feel bad about it.

 

 

Her laughter echoes through the neighbourhood, among the garden tools. rakes, and piles of pruned branches.

Spring whispers her promise to us not caring what tomorrow brings. She knows that fickle as she is, it’s her that is

in charge, not us.

 

 

No matter if we complain of snow just days before her arrival, or turn our faces towards the ever increasing heat

of the sun, she is in control. 

 

 

And so we dance to her tune, turn our ears toward the bird song, listen for the sound of buds swelling, sap rising,

and ground thawing, knowing that spring will keep her promises.

 

Come soon spring.

 

Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams