It has arrived
A morning of sun after days of rain
Blue skies with clouds hunkered way down the horizon
A breeze gentle enough to mimic your own soft breaths
Exhale with each playful gust
The air is so clear
Accommodating,
Even the moon stays longer than it should
A lingering ghost in the sky.

If soil could be soaked to the bone it would be this
The ground underfoot squishing with each step,
but firm enough not to give completely.

Some things are still saturated from last night's rain
Plants are slick and glittering
Abundant
While others stay pastel in the morning light.
A tree stands tall and light yellow
Blonde and bleached from the sun
The grasses below thin and waving
Looking almost skeletal underneath the rich blue sky.

It almost seems as if
Nature is fighting for a few moments of spring
As winter creeps ever closer.