I heard it this morning.
Spring is coming.
Quietly sitting in meditation, sun streaming through the window, I heard the song of a single bird
and it brought back memories
of opened windows and soft breezes,
standing barefoot in the grass,
farm markets, offering a cacophony of luscious ripe tomatoes,
And as I listened I could feel my heart swell
and winter's cloak lift from my weary shoulders,
for sunlight that warms the face
and tempts the soul to stop what it's doing
Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.