Monday, March 13, 2006
Secrets of Spring
The sun climbs from its season in the south, and the world warms. Soft rains fall on water, no longer sealed behind frozen glass.
Thin grey dreams are lifting.
Listen to the peepers serenade the night. For once, you breathe the darkness rather than run inside to the orange light. Something is out there. Passion on the fog.
The air itself sighs with memories of what's waiting.
Posted by jason evans at 12:03 PM