The Stirrings of Spring

Mother Nature’s clock ticks on, returning all to this moment of awakening. These first few weeks, like those moments just before consciousness – that space between dreams and reality where there is only enough awareness to feel how good the dream is and surrender to the comforting weightlessness of its cradle.

The thread of a cool crisp breeze twisting around a bright sun beam forming a candy-cane of bright tinsel on warm gold.

The primal quenching of your soul’s thirst as Thundergod dispenses his nourishment to the suckling earth in an explosion of unbridled passion.

The hopeful determination of that first little crocus who dares to defy the logic of Jack Frost, frightening him off and forging the way for her more tender sisters.

The busying of amorous new couples in the forest creating their nurseries in perfect harmony and cooperation.

A swelling tide of green washes across the landscape, cleansing all that it covers with the rejuvenation and promise of life renewed.