hello little green wisps / by Ellen Sorensen

hello little green whisps 

pushing through to see the light

i've been buried too these months

waiting for signs of warmth 

sprouts significantly contribute to new

to ostara, to the beginning of everything 

and here I wait, ready to bloom

ready to bask in the early days of sunlight 

unafraid of the crisp, the may showers, 

because the sphere has shifted 

and longer days falls upon us

rise in the early morning, dear daffodils

the sunrise calls to us behind the mountain peaks

the moon rests its head in the beyond 

and springtime emerges