Little Hank and his Mama Blackie.
His second full day, and what a sweet woolly boy he is.
It's a cow parade...
Spring, she comes on frost feathered wings.
Spring, she whispers through the winter's fog.
She promises grass, flowers and leaves.
She sings the birds back home again.
Spring, she moves across the snow warmly.
Spring, she sends the snow fleeing.
She promises renewal after a winter's sleep.
She sings, paints and warms us to dream.
Spring, she teases us with warm and cold kisses.
Spring, she dances through the slowly waking trees.
She conducts the frog choirs and raven chorus.
She tickles the horses into bucking and running.
Spring, our shy girl, she comes softly and slowly.
Spring, our dancing girl, she lightens our hearts.
She brings us more sunshine, gentle rains.
She brings us storms and birthing trials.
Spring! She comes! She comes!
original poem, March 18,2011 Shanyn Silinski copyright
Photos by Shanyn Silinski, 2011