there aren't any daffodils, yet.
no tullips, or green grass, or even hyacinths.
the violets haven't changed their ways and bravely announced I Am.
the earth is thawing.
the absolute rigidity of the frozen world has had its time,
and it is now bowing, with grace,
our world is still filled with grays, and browns, and long-faded golds,
but what we can't see with our eyes we can create with our hands,
and we can listen to Awakening with our ears and hearts.
we aren't dancing and spinning yet, certainly,
and we have another two months, surely, of transition.
though Spring isn't here,
she is rousing with a great, lusty yawn,
and should be seen coming up the path
any minute, now.