as winter melts away...

... it is time for a poem about spring. (and a face lift of the blog title!) "spring" Just when I have resolved that winter will not release its fierce and frozen grip, birds begin their chirping beneath dripping eaves, and the smallest drop of sun sinks through wet snow to a ground ready to send forth growth so green I wonder if my eyes have studied a brighter color. Grace, in this tangible way, seeps into my earthen heart; when the everyday appears eternally impassive and stiff, something new begins from deep below the icy crust, and I see spring.