Cracks of sun penetrate the white room
Gone is the grey cover of sky.
I dreamt of this, but was unsure it was in my future.
Was unsure the winter would end,the ice would break and stream down river.
Now, rivets of dirty water and mud meld beneath my feet,
I track it everywhere.
The pond of a backyard is a backyard again.
A place for horses to run without injury.
The animals were trapped as was I.
Their strength astounded me.
Strays, foxes,deer all showed up looking ready for the hunt!
I smell the spring buried deep
on it's way up.
I smell it with all I have.
