It's Brewing.

A warm wind is brewing.

The traveling force

 of green pastures, flowers,

and the sweet, over-powering

smell of honeysuckle is rushing

to meet us. A brighter sun

travels faster than a mother

to greet her wandering child.

A cooler, refreshing rain

will cover us, blanket the ground,

drowning us in the bloom,

the rebirth. Windows will open,

and we will all expose ourselves

to the tantalizing danger of the sun.

 The Earth will start to heal,

to repair the anguish of a raging Winter,

inspiring us all

to forgive,

to see each other plainly.

And, in turn, our hearts will heal.

Our souls will start an eruption

of creativity,

 the type of thinking and loving only done

 when Spring comes. It will sweep us away,

It will clean us. We will learn living

through it. Glimpses of hummingbirds,

will teach us the meaning of a companion.

 The resurgence of a lost vibrant color

 will teach us restoration.

Renewal. 

Spring will give us no option.

Bliss.

It's brewing.