Spring Wishes

Heavy frost covers the pasture this morning like a fresh coat of snow. But I'm not fooled by spring's whitewash. I look to the west and see the eastern sunrise reflected on the crest of snow-capped Selkirks and giggle at the return of pink.

It is now spring and these are my wishes:

• for warm soil to dig my toes and fingers into
• for the return of Blue Heron, stealth-stalking bull-frogs and fish 
• for quieter mating bull-frogs
• for the first plunge of an osprey from sky into pond
• for words that flow like trout streams in the mountains
• for beauty to be daily and ordinary and in your backyard, too

Happy spring from the yet-frozen shores of Elmira Pond!