Winter's icy fingers reluctantly release their grip on Gaia's realms.
'Le Soliel', huge gaseous ball of light and life dissolving blankets from our beds.
Rebirth and renewal.
Tentative, the season's vital signs are now revealed.
White to green to snow drop, white.
Trickles become tributaries, become singing streams.
Imagined, lazy swimming, cool clear lake water.
Dreaming barefoot, on a dew kissed sunflower Sunday.
Let an avian chorus herald the coming of Spring.