Spring Brings Hope
- avickymo
- Mar 25
- 1 min read
When the grey clouds finally part,
cracking open a bright blue sky,
will you look up?
Or have you been, all winter,
sitting in the mud—
so deep, so still—
your eyes caked shut,
only a paleontologist could find you,
dust you off,
and whisper:
"My, what big eyes you have."
Comments