Sunday Stroll - Shoreline in early April

The shoreline in early April tells the tale

of a turbulent winter, 

full of wind and snow and ice.

On this 65 degree (F) day, 

I walk along the ridges of ice,

and over the rocks the winter has piled on the shore,

and listen to the dripping of the slow spring melt.

A few hundred feet away,

over the open water,

a bird circles.

Once every few moments,

it releases a sharp exclamation of sound

upon the hazy gray air.

I am quiet,

but I feel spring,

the waking season,

 rush up inside me as well.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.