Lightly on my feet, I walk back from class
careful not to slide on the ice mother nature
so precisely mixed together when she warmed
the air early this morning. The bright sun beats down
on the roof tops, melting away the heavy snow almost
instantly. Drip, drip, drip goes the snow into water, crashing
into the ground. One by one, windows crack open, some jammed
at first, then swiftly comes in the early but fresh spring air.
Softly, a mourning dove perches on a telephone wire above.
I look up, stopping my pace just long enough for several breaths
to take in the graceful tune of this peaceful bird in nature.
It’s small head leans down as it may or may not be staring at me,
but still, it balances on that wire. And I continue on, staying
on the trail that was made by so many other footsteps, including mine.
Drip, drip, drip. The ice melts away and the snow inches closer and closer
to the edge of the roof. Soon the Robins will fly back, just in time to see
our colorful Easter eggs delicately decorated in pastels of purple, pink,
and baby blue. A fresh start. A new beginning.
A rebirth of our earth. Spring! It is a beautiful thing.
beautifully written!!
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