The mockingbirds riot while the pear trees and the redbuds fight to see who will be declared first on scene. My lungs reach out and up and pull for more of the sweet taste of the new grass and I trade an hola with the man on the yard crew at the mall. We both know that that’s all I know and he smiles and waves me past and my shoelaces flick against my ankles as I trot off past more mockingbirds and more mowers. My sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose and I’m stunned to see the day unpolarized and I can’t resist the urge to stop at a tree and to look straight up, through the branches, into the bluest of skies. I rest with my hand on the bark, knowing the mowers and the birds are watching me. After a moment I move my grass-stained shoes back to the sidewalk and head home. Spring. Promise. Today’s Gratitude.
©Michelle Scofield, March 14, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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