When I arrived home from work during the second wave of unseasonal 30 degree weather, after having had two tortuously teasing days of 85 degrees before plummeting, I looked up and saw god's promise and smiled. Resilient tiny perfect pink buds were silently adorning the winter bare arms of our cherry tree. A sign that spring was coming.
Tiny pink blossoms
Silently wakes and hums spring
Songs of warm kisses
