When wildflowers peek
through the damp, leafy, forest floor,
windows are flung wide open
welcoming in the cool, lake breezes
and the strong, long-awaited smells of spring
in the land’s reawakening.
The thawing corral is heavy
with sweet-smelling muck
flung here and there
by high-spirited ponies.
Impatient to walk barefoot
across the newly sprung lawn
still emerging from the cold ground,
I make tracks across the yard
to the edge of the bluff and back,
coating my toes in mud and early grass.
Spreading spring throughout the house.