feels like spring

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose form the dreams of its wintry rest.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

~ 

No, it's not Spring, yet;

but the temperatures in the 60's and the sun shining

transported us there.

~

For this break from the cold and gray, 

for this beauty in the minutiae

I am grateful.