Today
smells like spring
the rain
is warmer
the breeze
gentler
The
thick cloud cover
feels
insulating, protective,
not threatening
Leaves
are unfurling
still
tiny
still
the bright, new green
of young
foliage
Grasses
are greening,
springing
up fresh with the rain
Last
autumn’s dry bulbs
have
burst to life
covering
the hillsides
with blue
and white blooms
The
trees,
the
grasses,
the
wildflowers –
they
were dead and now they live.
How can
you say you don’t believe in miracles?
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