Smokey Amber

Finally!

The first fragile strength of heat elevated up the back of the neck and began to be felt through the hair. Turning to face it, the sun’s still weak but for its radiant beams. Summer is its promise.

Cold’s last grip, unwilling to concede as the outdoor corners remain in the shadows. Damp from the evening before, and dull from the months of imprisonment. These dark grey rhomboids shrink from the approaching light not willing to give up their claim.

With a silent nod of surrender, the last chill submits to this new climate and shrinks back, away, and down the walls to disappear until the next time.

Same too, the dance of warmth mirage its way across the lawn unfurling clover leaf and petal. The fragrance of dew and blossom hints at the promise of their fruit.

Spring at last! New life. Fresh beginnings. Fragrant whispers.

Smokey Amber