Today smells like spring
the rain is warmer
the breeze
gentler
The thick cloud cover
feels insulating, protective,
not threatening
Leaves are unfurling
still tiny
still the bright, new green
of young foliage
Grasses are greening,
springing up fresh with the rain
Last autumn’s dry bulbs
have burst to life
covering the hillsides
with blue and white blooms
The trees,
the grasses,
the wildflowers –
they were dead and now they live.
How can you say you don’t believe in miracles?
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