Wake Up!

She turns over in her bed of leaves. The frost crackling then dripping from her silver locks as the sun caresses her pale green skin. Opening grey eyes she looks to the sky and smells the warm air. Stretching and grumbling her dislike for the disruption of her sleep, a chill wind sweeps about her. Only to calm again.

The birds above and smaller creatures hidden below hear her rumblings and chatter animatedly. The river gives a great “Crack!” which brings her attention to bear. A wondrous smile lights her face. Ahh, but all the sand in her eyes! A shower is needed.

The rain comes down and fills the streams, which swells the rivers and washes the last lazy yawns away.

She is truly awake now. Ready to jump and run! Her laughter fills the woods and meadows. The birds hear the song and add to it. The great noise awakes the other sleeping denizens. The world is alive and giggling. The dry leaves and grass remaining from the final excesses of the last season crackle beneath her feet- only to be replaced shortly by the urgent tender stalks of the young year.

She is young and lithe. Mindless of over indulgence! Eager for the new. Her limbs grow quickly and rush her down the mountainside and into the quiet country. Every corner stirring as she passes. Not one creature is immune to her seductive calls. The world comes alive, again.

The sun sets, quieting the creatures about her, but her energy is boundless. Surging forth to greet life she calls to the moon to light her marathon. He rises full- his light glittering in her hair. The fog and dew fight for purchase on her silvery hair, but to no avail. The heat of her skin has the way of it now. Even in the shade of the night, the earth warms beneath her feet.

But wait, he is not done. He yells at her, she stomps her feet and flaunts her beauty. He hurls his fury at her. She takes shelter under the huge trees and lets his ire pass over. His anger burns into white ashes, settling again as a mantle over the ground.

But, she is awake. She has youth and energy behind her, and she pays no heed to his ire. She knows he is tired and awaits his turn in the sweet bower.

The sun rises again. She peeks out from her haven among the woods and grins. She leaps forth calling again to the shy creatures. Even the stubborn MAN hears her calling. She calls her armies forth and they arrive in numbers. You can hear them coming, feel the earth and air about you tremble with their might.

Spring has come.