The earth roiling in birth pains

The sky is filled with crashing. the wind is ruling

Massive gentle oaks crack and fall and the water claims

every crevice and hollow and runs and runs.

Then exhausted and laid out, the earth shows us

her skin, bright green and as new as a baby lamb

and the wind holds her breath until her gasping is done and

blows softly, a warm breeze across the faces of the weary

and my eyes are filled with the heralds of Spring, the crocuses

and the lilies and at last, the perfect pink flowers

of the cherry trees reflected on the water.

#WDYS

What do you see # 280- 17th March, 2025