The grey winter sky peels like eggshells,
Revealing a layer of blue and white, streaked with gold.

Stone grey grounds crumble and melt into tiny green sprouts and young budded flowers.

Miniature, delicate grass blades take their first gasps of air like infants;

breathing in life.

Warm wind spreads her wings and whispers life into the dead winter landscape,

transforming it into a bed of new life.

Spring time

Mikayla Bloomquist