With leashy strap and pocketful of treats,
We swing across the threshold, sun shines in,
We’ve powered down for months in woolen pleats,
But spring is here (they say), let us begin.
We tough the barrier path, as cartwheels spin
And soon we’re curbside, sniffing all the scents
Of neighbor canines, squirrels and denizens
As diamond clear, crisp air invades our sense.
As if a switch was flipped and life commenced,
Suspended animation zipped…respite!
A waterfall of life in unison,
Grandmas, kids and babes, chaff at the bit.
Detailed cross walk to our wooded path, we spy
A lonely crocus pushing through to sky.
This was written in response to this week’s “Wordle”(the Sunday Whirl) using a form of each prompted word.
The inspiration, though was our first dog-walk, after months of being holed-up behind snow-lined thresholds and drafty, ice-trimmed windowsills.
Bandit was exuberant when he saw me grab the leash and fill my pocket with liver treats. He perched on the first step just inside the door, waiting for me to attach his tether. Then, after waiting for the “ok”, he bounded into the sun, spinning round and round with unbridled joy,
We weren’t the only ones yearning to escape, as we joined our neighbors and passers-by, also enjoying a first taste of Spring. I crossed the street to our quiet path that leads to Brightwood a Park, a protected, Greenacres site, and stopped in my tracks, as I spotted this crocus peeking through. After the ice and snow and piles of debris, this mighty little crocus found a way to poke his head through to find the sun. Yes, Spring is here…the crocus told me so!