All is quiet, quieter than reality. Sleeping, sleeping, nature sleeping. Sleeping in longer than ought. The grass, trees, the walkways, stones, and flowers, all are wrapped in a blanket, a blanket of snow. Sleeping, sleeping, nestled into bed. Sleeping, sleeping in like a Saturday morning.
Daddy gives a little nudge and a kiss on the cheek, “Wake up Mommy, Mother Nature, time to wake.”
She is no morning person. She grabs the snowy blanket and rolls over.
After a little more time, Daddy nudges again, “The children are getting antsy. Wake up dear.”
She turns and yawns, the sun rises in the sky.
The blanket is thrown back, melting, melting snow.
Arms lifted high, stretch, stretched high. Rising, rising plants that have been hidden.
Fingers spread in a last final stretch. Pop, buds pop and shake and jingle.
Step, step out of bed. The temperature rises.
Final stand. Animals invited, tweet, run, and play.
Mommy Nature is awake. All the human children dance and sing, it is finally, finally spring!