Signs of spring are slow to arrive.
Here - in these mountains.
We wait. We watch. We look for green.
It's coming. It will happen. I know that.
I wondered about her roundness as winter marched on.
I didn't know what I do now.
Those signs of spring?
These are them. This is that.
Born just this week.
And how to find spring before she's found us.
I'll be watching. - of course - as these two grow.