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.