The trees have grown eyelashes.

Mounds of ashy grey snow halve overnight. Birds recount their sojourns south, chatter about mating and nests. Putting away the warble of winter, the chickadee sings out the signature of spring: chicka-dee-dee-dee.

Walking this morning, I saw helleborus, purple heads tucked chin-down amongst dark green leaves tattered by winter storms. In warm, south-facing places, the naked neon tips of what may become tulips or daffodils showed their tender selves, grassy crocus close beside.

Humans discard their heavy plumage, smile more in their lighter bodies.

What signs of spring have you seen?

Pink and white helleborus, Lenten rose