Spring visits me

Green appeared;
chartreusing sparkles
beyond the density
of winter’s bark.

“Here I am!” waving in the breezes.

If not a smile
then a glimpse;
felt in the outer
crease of her eye.

Spring moves forwards;
a branch of green
reaches its touch
shaking-hands invitation

“Good Morning, I am Spring. I am so glad to meet you!”

Glass sags less
Will she allow
green sparkles
to weave her?

Blankets of belonging
Enjoyment in the face of despair
moving forward
toward you.

Green appeared;
chartreusing sparkles
beyond the density
of winter’s bark.

Hello Spring.  I am Connie.
CKS


Morning free verse
The movement of Spring out my window
Prayer in motion

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower