Some days - it's a question. Others - a quiet whisper. And still others - it's the tiniest hint of first color.
It's a voice...a sign...a promise.
Some days- it shows itself loudly and proudly. Others - it begs to be found out.
Today - I lay myself down on my belly...parted the winter grasses...and discovered just this.
A voice...a sign...a promise.
Hope.