Prophets of spring

[zebulen]

What a wild time of year.  There is tension in the air; everything feels like it is itching to transform.  We all ache for spring -- the trees, the mammals, the insects, and the soil.  Tonight will bring another blizzard.  But I will place my hopes with that of the birds.  For out in the trees, I hear the rat-a-tat-tat-tat of woodpeckers disputing

Comments

[sillyliss]

I thought I heard a woodpecker yesterday, but then I thought I must be dreaming.

One more blizzard. I hope this is the end for the season.

[cathy_edgett]

Beautifully written. I, too, hope this is your last blizzard for the year.

[neptunia67]

Winter is losing its grip. It never gives up without a fight, though.