I sense that life is ready to begin to moving again.
Soon, I will hear the birds call.
Soon, I will feel warmth.
Soon: longer days, extended sunlight.
Soon, I will know emergence.
Soon, I will smell the snowmelt in the breeze, and in the morning, dew.
Then I will taste asparagus, lettuce, and peas.
Soon, quickly, Spring will be here.
“Live in the now,” the Buddha says.
“Be joyful,” he urges.
Oh, but I am, dear Buddha.
The joy of late winter is upon me,
telling me that Spring rumbles silently under my feet.
Now. Here. Happy.