Somewhere the earth is waiting for change
that makes the new come forth
A bit of wind or peep of sun
Fewer clouds to block the rays
And grown-up children with expectant eyes
Tilt heads upward, and feel for a breeze
Inhaling the scent of green and deep soil

Somewhere coats are being shed
Like old skins on snakes and eight legged creatures
And Phil the Groundhog wonders if he is really real
Part of the world
And not a ghost
While in the air the feathered travelers fly
No longer nostalgic but relieved
To be home

Somewhere the earth strains to give birth
And then dons the coat of colors that inspires poetry
And lifts hearts and minds toward love
I blink in the sunlight and sigh with relief
Ready to feel warm sand in my toes
And cool water on my legs
Smiling at new life around me