The Grass Breathing Around My Ears.

In other years there were floods and high tides,

days of cloud bursts and verdant dusks.

There were misty, rain filled days,

the mountains shrouded, silent, grey ghosts.

This year as February begins to wane,

we have blue skies,

grass swaying in the wind,

clouds roaming the sky,

But each year, at this time,

the whole garden is humming with fertility,

heaving up soil,

sighing with moisture.

Green shoots pushing their way up through the grass...

Spring is tapping at the window...