Will the bees coax the world to bloom?
Pink-blue faint skies rub energetically
at the edge of the landscape,
aching to mate with a bush of
feathery green buds.

Too soon. Still March. Try again later.

The road is promising though
with mailbox tongues hanging open,
also gasping for the flowering
and swallowing the letter
that commands current residents
to Leap! To be Free!
to smell the roses
hidden so discreetly in the future.

We are abuzz with what is
Almost Here.

Spring.