Winter to Spring

The dark clouds above.

The sounds of birds deafened me.

I could feel the grit of the fresh dirt running through my hands.

The wind felt like shards of glass on my skin

 and the taste of cold air rushed through my veins.

 Soon the rain cleared up

and the smell of fresh figs filled the air

the shards of grass glistened with dew

and the towering trees kneeled to comfort the whimpering wind.

The sun shines down in beams

and covers the ground in joy.