...3.8.15...

even after

all these winters,

I see you sitting there,

perched at the edge of

sunlight, feeling like

the invitation of spring

~storypeople

yesterday.

jack frost visited.

today.

the sun ushered him out.

it is happening.

melting.

and enough warmth on the deck.

so that i can stand with my feet bare.

to breathe in the clean air of possibilities.

to breathe in the warmth of the sun.

{even with the snow so close.}

to breathe in the invitation of spring.

a girl can dream.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.