I Spy

Playing I Spy with the seedlings
As I come down to their level,
My ear on the soil, new grass
Whispering in my ear
Stories of the long winter and
Their adventures in other realms
While their roots rested.

I spent the afternoon under the
Surprisingly hot April sun
On my hands and knees,
Crawling about from plant to
Plant watching new leaves
Spring forth. I see each moment,
Birthing into the next, anew.