Emerging

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I sit and look. And ponder.

The view from my window is a mix of winter and spring.

A bare branched mulberry tree waves in the breeze.

Next to it is a lush, newly green curved hedge.

And all around are signs of spring bursting forth

from a winter’s hibernation, stretching arms out to soak in the sun.

A whisp of breeze stirs the shrubs and trees into  gentle dance.

The wind charm on my decking joins in with a twirling minuet.

The sky can’t seem to make up it’s mind.

It  morphs from cloudless and sunny

to big white cotton wool puffs of cumulonimbus.

And when next I look dark thunder clouds burst into buckets of rain.

Last night we had thunder and lightning.

The earth is shifting and changing twixt seasons

reluctant to let go of winter’s slumber

yet aching to feel the warmth stirring it to life.

I too am caught up in the rhythms of the seasons.

Like life  emerging from deep hibernation

I look forward to stretching my limbs to soak sun.

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© Raili Tanska

Images – Pixabay

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18 thoughts on “Emerging

      1. I love the thunder! When we were little in Ohio, dad would take us out to sit on the porch swing in the storms. He didn’t want us to be afraid of them because we lived in the tornado belt and needed to calm if we had to get out of the way. He’d tell us the thunder was God talking to us, the rain was his tears, and the lightning was him winking. 🙂 I think that was a bit counterproductive with me. Left me scared to death — of God! o_O

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