Yes, it froze last night. Yes, it's only February. But...it's coming. Can you feel it?






When flowers appear on the earth

The morning smells wet
alive, growing beneath my feet
This morning, this air: the freshest I’ve ever breathed
Smelling of dew, of smoke, of a hundred green shoots pushing out of the earth
Little frogs haul themselves out of the muck
Lift every voice and sing to the expectant stars
If I breathe in deep enough, I might inhale the world