Spring Awakening

Breakfast under the window

The past few winter months were spent hiding beneath blankets and fur socks, sheltered from the blistering cold of the wind outside. We spent time listening to the howls and the crackling fire next to the couches, sipping on steaming cinnamon tea with cloves.

raspberry blotched fingers

Lake taken with a film camera

Now, the squirrels have returned from their hibernation and the birds have made our hallows their home once more. The wind carries a warmth of a promising spring, and the grass piques up when the woodpeckers peck. Life is emerging from the darkness once more, as we watch our home come to life. This morning I awoke to the birds twittering outside my window and sunlight pouring onto my skin. I drove past marshes and open skies, past families of geese and bugs gathering on top of the waters. Rose buds in our garden are emerging and blossoms are creeping out from the grayness of our yard.

Creatures growing in our yard

Times like these color my mind with inspiration and a longing to create endlessly. To read and read and read. To write poems and read more. Then take photos, go on long walks, water flowers and pick roses. To revive my likeness for iced tea and strawberries, and go raspberry picking.

Winter storm from my back window

I just want to string my '80s film camera around my neck, and take photographs until my eyes become weary and my fingers tired. I want to make smoothie shakes and go on long walks and water my flower garden. I want to play with the butterflies and go on adventures and come back muddy. I want to sleep tangled in sheets with the window cracked open so I can hear the frogs croak in the pond behind our home. Then I want to start all over again, savoring the spring harmony.

Harney and Sons tea box

I want to buy a type writer so I can write flawlessly, I so I can be true to myself; so I can frame my thoughts with unfiltered beauty and rawness that I can't find elsewhere. I want to spend my morning roasting my back in the sunlight warmth dusting my mind and letting words flow from my heart. I want to listen to the symphony of the frogs from my open window and let the song of my snow glob sing me to sleep. This is how I want to spend the rest of the year, beginning with the awakening of Spring.

Pressed dried flowers