A trickle of something old spills gently forth Little green buds, chartreuse and hopeful The top soil of my heart softens Words on and off the page beckon A great care rises up within me and - The birds speak to me once more! The great thaw has begun Encapsulated in permafrost no longer, I jump Too quickly Loves, obscured and vibrant tussle for my action! I can do them all! Well one at a time.