Dear Katherine,
Spring slipped in early this year,
coming in quickly and quietly like the
morning sun sliding softly over the horizon.
The birds knew (they always do);
Robins paused here on their long journeys
while the snow geese pointed their Vs north.
Spring didn’t escape the tulips’ attention:
Yesterday the gardens were muddy and brown;
today they’re beautiful red, yellow and almost blue.
Did I tell you this year I might plant a garden?
If they let me. (I think I’m ready.)
Otherwise, finger painting will have to do.
With Love,
RH Hope