I saw the sky in the street yesterday.
Clouds with tiny wet wrinkles
lay on the asphalt looking up at me.
I felt a surge of happiness
in spite of the freezing wind on my face.
Our distant, cocooned winter sun
has begun that slow, beautiful metamorphosis
into the warm, open-hearted sun of spring.
Look into the mirror again.
Behind the rippled clouds
there are tulips waking up.
Hallelujah!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning (or at the very least, tweak it a little bit.)
Lynniebeemuseoday 