March 10th

Looking out
among the brown,
emerald eyes
popping through.

Sleeping plants
see the sun,
yawn and stretch
anew.

Move in closer,
I do sense
that spring
is near.

Wind roars
for days on end,
temperature
does drop.

Back underground,
they hide in fear.
Spring,
you are such a tease.

3 10 2017