The Awaited Season

  Indigo,  Lynn Pollard. 

Indigo, Lynn Pollard. 

Spring never comes as a complete surprise; small signs abound.  Our breath becomes invisible again.  Ice melts into small puddles.  The temperature rises, making our hearts beat a bit faster.

Sometimes, however, it comes in patches.  Here in Philadelphia the cherry trees blossomed at the end of February, but lower temperatures over the past few days have caused their flowers to curl back up.  The hope their petals released as they opened remains.

大雪の
我家なればぞ
花の春

But my house was just
blanketed in snow--
the flowers of spring
- Kobayashi Issa

May the anticipation you had in winter soon bud into the excitement of fresh, green beginnings.

WORDS BY KYLAN SCHROEDER