Spring unsprung

Spring sprung earlier today, at 12:57:07 pm. Happy New Year, if you’re Iranian. Bye-bye winter, everyone else. The thing is, though–spring may have sprung, but my brain is still unsprung. The white of the world still pales my mood, the cold is still upon my knee and elbow. Beneath the thin layer of oozy driveway mud, the ground is still hard as a rock. So I’m just not feeling it.

That being said–I’ve been whining like a cranky toddler since mid-November, so it’s time to shake it off. I observe more daylight, and a growing abundance of birds–and that’s good. If I was in my best self, I’m sure I would have observed many other signs of spring. So help me out here–share some bit of evidence you have seen that let’s you know spring is on the way in a comment below.

And as a firm believer in the power of poetry, this also seems like a good day to fire up the annual Spring Haiku Challenge. Share in 17 or so syllables something muddy, damp, pale green. Some taste of awakening, some thread of song on the air. We’ll just add to last year’s page, so you can have plenty of samples to draw upon for inspiration, or perspiration–whichever technique works for you. Try the Spring Haiku Challenge.

Here’s an icebreaker:

Today, yesterday–
nothing changing, naught gone green,
just this faint wet scent.

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