Love, War and Spring
Birds at 4:30 in the morning.
The sun sneaking up over the horizon before my eyes open.
Trees putting on their Sunday best.
New growth struggling up through the still stiff soil.
Raindrops just a tad warmer but drops nonetheless.
The promise of sun.
Pollen. Damnable pollen.
Sounding like Kermit the Frog.
Kind of looking like Kermit the Frog.