Crawl in slow
the warmth
the sun
ice to slush
water to dust
my skepticism into trust
that you are on your way
and somewhere under white
and gray
flowers hold on tight
and wait to bloom
please get here soon
please get here soon
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
music, poetry, musings, photography and philosophy from a woman who found her way back home and wants you to come over for a hike and a cocktail.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... 
Oh dear, dear, ND. I think Mother Nature is as strong-willed as the people who inhabit her territory. Thus, us Dakotans suffer the most of her wrath. But she sure makes up for it during the rest of the year, doesn’t she? 🙂
Beautiful photos and words!
Thanks CMW…I think I speak for all of us up north when I say “wwwaaahhhh!!!”
Beautiful! This post reminds me of my dad once telling me that the first spring birds must have a strong faith. 🙂 I sure hope sunshine, budding trees, mud, and all things Spring arrive there soon!
Oh, I love that one linnea. I have thought the same thing, but he put it so well.
Prayin’ for some mud, I imagine you have it there already… Enjoy!
Wonderful poem and photos, as usual, but where is the fifth pony?
Ha ha, Arletta, you’re so observant…I think the fifth pony was a little shy, trying to stay out of my shot…
Good thought. Love the blue jays. We hear them, but never see them.
So wishing for Spring to come – sounds like another blast of snow headed our way for the weekend.
Love your pictures!!!
Lovely words & gorgeous photos .. it’s coming, soon I hope.
Cheers! MJ
Awesome…you write so well.