Springtime ~ we're calling!

Come

~*~ Spring ~*~

Come

The robins have returned

and are still a bit shy.

They aren't used to this bird lover-

paparazzi

who trades photos for seed.

I can't wait for their springtime adventures in my trees.

Right now

I'm content to watch them feast on the crabapple trees in my yard.

There's still lots of snow piled high...

and they're predicting light snow tomorrow & Thursday.

But I can feel that spring is on its way.

~ and then ~

Emily Dickinson

reminds me with her poetry.

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

Come

~*~ Spring ~*~

Come

We need you.