2004-04-21 - 10:47 a.m.
when i was young, i used to spend all winter waiting for the first sign of spring.
the blanket of winter's snow would begin to show small spots of wear
and the innocent white would fade to a useless grey.
not winter. not spring.
between.
then, outside my window, color would dot the landscape-
green.
the first few strokes of God's great paint by number.
green- the beautiful color of new growth, of rebirth, of Spring.
and then it was there.
simple and clean,
the first daisy would poke its head out of the folds
and smiling, it would turn its head to greet the bright morning rays.
then, i would open the window
and breath in the first moment of spring.
