(The Bridge into our farmyard)
It’s there, a wee tiny hint of Spring
The sunlight breaking through the trees, the ground starting to dry more and more
Coyote hunters walking on soil instead of mud
Then a wee slide back to small and light snow
Where the earth is blessed with moisture
Then warmth, creating mud again
Still cold enough I wear socks with my flip-flops
Winter on the bridge to our farm
After a chilly, but drying wind, on a day of sunshine
Spring is coming.
Yes, it is.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,