A Promise

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.