sing spring

Is there any greater demonstration in nature reminding us of the process of renewal than spring?  The movement of the earth and all its creatures literally engages every human sense as the old recedes, is washed away and the new bursts forth.  Listen —

Get up.  Get out.  Get on with it —

Get over it.  And into it.

Spring is here —

Or so I hear —

I hear the rushing of water from every direction.

Whooshing for the nearest sewer grate.

Bellowing wider and wider channels through the remaining patches of ice.

Gurgling under the now transparent surface of the lake.

Running hard —

And laughing harder.

I hear rustling, bustling —

And unbundling.

Splashing.  Chirping.

Flitting.  Flirting.

Arms linking.

Feet tapping.

Hearts beating.

I hear.

Spring is here.

© Julie Stevens 2009