Driving down the lane
on a cold spring morning,
sipping coffee
from a thick mug,
we are wrapped in winter’s clothing
grasped from the back
of the closet.
The yellow forsythia joins
the purple tulip tree
shouting aloud
“Spring has come!”
We pass a creek bed
overflowing its banks.
The rains have made the water reach for more.
The world has captured our attention
and we are grateful.
