Wild flowers poke their green from under the snow ready to grow.
ready to thrive in this desolote winter scene
As if spring will never come the birds and I are ready.
Ready to fufill our dreams. Taste the seeds
taste the nectar that flows into the flowers ready to bloom.
The challange makes us rise. Rise to be free.
The freedom of the sun escaping the clouds escaping winters icy grasp
The freedom of warmth that finds it’s way to warm my naked legs.
My bare skin that shows warms and glows bronzed and burning
The heat yet dicerning
You won’t hear me complain at the suns grace.
Escaping this paradise to render me complete
to shine on my garden
I’ll be careful to tend my wild garden too, strawberries, dandelions and astaria.
Just let that spring sun shine gracefully down
where it hasn’t shown in so long.