Out the kitchen window in my dishwashing gaze
With the sun shining and birds chirping
Although it’s still cold.

The bushes, flowers and trees
Are beginning to awake from the last freeze.
With hope that their grasses, petals and leaves
Will soon sprout forward and take their leave
From their underground bed of deep sleep.

Only a short time away before Spring starts the show
Of unbelievable beauty
In color and song.
There will be showers so May flowers grow
And winds shaking the dead limbs from trees.

Then summer will follow with the smell of cut grass
And the sound of kids yelling…
As they get out of class.
What more can I ask for, out my kitchen window,
In my dishwashing gaze.

*jcs