Spring, I know you are there.
I recall your warm breeze flowing in from the west to kiss my face.
I never forget the smell of a fresh rain that cleans away the last of winter.
A warm, gentle rain that melts its magical drops deep into the earth to tickle the roots of flowers ready to wake and begin their trip up through the rich soil and say, hello sun!
The hope of color to bloom in every glorious shade of every shape of flower is locked in my memory.
My skirts await patiently in my closet, waiting to be twirled in with my toes caressing the cool, green grass.
Leashes hang on their hook, with two dogs holding steady vigil at the front door, ready to have their ears flap once again in the warm breeze, and the energy of the sun to warm their fur.
My shiny read bicycle ready to spin its wheels down the street, past the park, and down to the lake, with my wiener dog friend riding in the front wicker basket.
Spring, I know you are there as you test my faith each day when the winds blow cold and snow blankets the earth.
The hope of spring, always here, if I choose to look within my heart and believe.
I believe and so I say, “See you soon my warm, beautiful friend!”