Beginnings

Barefoot

I

walk

across

the

morning

grass

sprinkled

in

dew

the

daffodils

are

in

bloom

and

they

remind

me

of

you

yellow

flowers

always

do

these

cheerful

bursts

of

color

brighten

the

otherwise

dreary

fields

that

haven’t

yet

recovered

from

winter

the

birds

have

returned

how

grateful

I

am

to

hear

them

whistling

and

singing

and

to

see

them

flying

and

circling

the

sky

there’s

a

pregnant

doe

by

the

barn

sitting

and

eating

the

happy

little

heads

off

of

the

dandelions

the

creek

has

thawed

and

the

water

is

flowing

there’s

that

constant

trickling

sound

in

the

background

soon

we’ll

hear

the

frog

and

cricket

songs

every

night

when

the

lights

are

off

and

we’re

lying

in

bed

together

the

buds

on

the

trees

are

sprouting

new

leaves

and

in

a

few

weeks

these

will

be

full

thick

and

green

thank

God

for

spring