I see little buds on all of the trees.
The warmth from the sun goes skin deep.
The ethereal-ness of the sky has gone away.
In it's place, a choral feast falls down from above.
Crickets walk and hop in places you don't want them to (home).
Brightness streams through the windows long after it should.
A flurry of light and life and bloom.
Long after I dreamt of it, it's arrival has come.
Spring is here...
