Tuesday, March 15, 2011

tiny bits of life

life is insistent
I'm sitting here in my office lit by the gray sky trying to obscure the coming of spring. This place doesn't give into spring easily. It squalls and blows, clouds block out the sun, the temperatures dips into freezing, the white of snow blankets the ground for a bit, but lie pushes through the warming soil, and soon yellow daffodils will be blowing in that March wind, called by spring, resistant to lingering winter.

1 comment:

  1. That's a perfect line "this place doesn't give into spring easily" I LOVE it!