so it's spring

new green pushes from what has been

dark and barren

exposed

vulnerable

surviving through the days the months the years of winter

new 

green

soft

supple

fragrant

bright

brave

color

outside the pane glass windows

with their perfect views

outdoors

inside

within

I wake

shuffle the short way from my bed

to the routine of morning coffee

on the cold still early tile floor

there...tracked in....

a leaf

not fresh 
nor new

beginning green 
part of the surrounding flourish of new life

but fragile

a dismal scrap of leaf

delicate 

broken

but perfectly formed 

it came

just for me

I didn't have to go out

seeking

searching

it came

where I walk

where I live

where I am

to my home

and laid itself down

at my stumbling feet

silently 
whispering

you my little one...are loved