hello little green shoot!
You surprised me.
I didn’t know you were there,
under that blanket of snow,
just waiting for me.
Welcome back! It’s so good to see you again.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come . . .
Even in the midst of the first, tiny flush of green
with all its promise of spring,
my heart feels weighted for Sue’s land.
Praying for Japan.