It's a whisper you can miss if you pass too quickly. Suddenly there's a long patch of emerald along the road, as if someone had forgotten to pack it away. Early April it begins to show itself because it's not fiction. It'll come if you just give it time, and its first slight promises are a themselves a blessing. See it here in the short grasses? Won't be long and they'll be challenging last year's stiffened monsters. It's coming--spring I mean. That's a promise.
It'll be awhile before the long grasses atop Spirit Mound give up to the relentless growth of new spring grasses, but if you look closely you can't miss the story. Won't be long either--
--because have no doubt! spring is on the way. It's begun it's' relentless assault on all things old and gold and lifeless, and soon enough its annual revolution will be over. But right now, it's only just begun.
Today already, it's there, but you have to look closely. It will take awhile before all that green new life secures its reign, but it will. Soon enough the whole site will be emerald.
Have no doubt--it'll happen. Always does, mercifully. Suddenly, you turn around and there's new life for as far as you can see.
But not quite yet. It's as if no one has let last year's grasses know that it'll just be a matter of time--
But it'll happen. Always does. This morning's thanks are for a marvelous event that can't be missed--the advent of spring, a bright and colorful remedy to winter's aching cold.
Once more, it's a'comin'.
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