An Early Spring

It felt like Spring time on this January morning, for in the meadow, birds were singing joyous praise. The snow freshly fallen the night before, now lay like dew, kissing each blade of grass as a morning mist hung in the air. A morning rise gave way to novel forms of life, as colored clouds of morning became white with each passing moment. Flowers sensing this early opportunity, as confused as they were, blossomed rightly covering the meadow with the colors of the rainbow. The air felt comfortable if not pleasant at worst, as its dryness gave relief and its warmth caused tired eyes to sleep. Winter had taken a vacation for just one day, allowing her sister to come out and play. And as such I must go see this gift of nature, before it departs and I have missed my chance.Basically what this means is that I'm taking a break from poetry. Obviously I haven't been around a lot lately, and I'm sorry for that, but I need to do something. Not sure exactly what that something is, but it will come. I don't know how long I'll be gone. It could be a few days a month or even a few. I'll still be around reading and chatting, but I won't be posting anything. So I'm not leaving by any means. I'm just not going to write is all. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 06:00 AM PST   0 • 12