After basking in the glow of the fireplace,
winter has kicked off its slippers and cracked open the window to spring.
The ancient yellow daffodils are up a good 5 inches and there's new fuzz on the lamb's ears.
A few of the lilac buds have swollen and burst.
Inside their small purple packages, along with their bottled-up fragrance, is the promise of beauty and nectar.
From the pond, we hear spring peepers singing, and late at night, under the stars, coyotes join the chorus with their love songs.
Barley takes note, and is happy to curl up safe inside for the night.
Autumn arrives in the early morning,
but spring at the close of a winter day.
First published on February 20, 2012
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