The clouds cried again today as a cold wind blew across a sunless sky of grey, while watching an orange fall off my tree.
I wait until the rain becomes a sprinkle to collect it.
I walked outside feeling the mist hit my face to pick up the fruit that lay on the wet earth while admiring it's vibrant orange color.
As I peel the fruit which uncovers it's perfume, I close my eyes and savour it's sweet nectar as the juice runs down my arm, while enjoying the green grass in the garden covered with raindrops. They brighten the many hues, now sparkling like diamonds.
Spring is waiting to burst out as the narcissus flowers now show off their yellow faces.
I wish to see the the blue sky of Spring again, and waking up to the sensual scent of jasmine that has started to bloom.
I heard the gentle morning song of the sparrow this morning that lightened my mood, and soon I'll be able to hear the owls call to me while sitting on my porch in the dark as the coyotes howl an eerie song in unison.
I welcome the warm breeze that will lightly touch my skin as it blows gently through the sheer curtains covering my bedroom window.
And I will once again fall asleep to the calming sound of the crickets and the croaking frogs, as the stars twinkle behind a bright full moon on a gorgeous Spring night.
