As the sleepy darkness of winter fades away,
the day stretches and yawns awake.
The sky becomes lighter in the fresh dawn,
the air grows softer and warmer, and
gentle rains whisper to the seeds of the past, now!
I roll up my sleeves and step softly through the door.
I open up the windows to let in the wayward breezes
of spring and something like change.
Wind and water whisper together, now. Now!
The whisper becomes a song on my lips.