Reflections In Nature
Revival
Writing Prompt — On the Road to Spring

The sun peeks through the slit in the curtains, its rays warm against my skin. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Winter’s fury appears to have abated, and I venture out for the first time in as long as I can remember, breathe in the change carried by the winds.
The flutelike song of the wood thrush echoes throughout, filling the budding sycamore trees with sweet and heart-warming melodies. They sing of love, and forage for leaf-litter as they prepare homes to bring about new life into these woodlands.
Bent over, I press hand to soil dampened by the melting snow, and feel the trembling of the ground as mother nature thrusts rebirth up toward the light, the delicate crocus a reminder that no matter how bruised and battered I am, there is a hope that springs eternal and revives the soul.





