spring reverie

A rose gold sky that baths light over the land
tricking the eye
momentarily distracting from the deteriorating snow piles.

I smile to myself,
inhaling a burst of air into my sleepy lungs.
The little things.

As she rises, she changes
showing us all her beautiful shades
Reaching out over the grass, caressing all she meets.

The air is fresh and full
of teasing spring scents
wet dirt, flowers pushing through the earth, animals awakening.

Just like that, and my heart is warmed
what once seemed distant, too distant to look forward to,
is now so close.