The peach tree outside my window
is covered with buds that are tiny and tight
and about to burst.
But for now
they bring a splash of pink
into a grey morning.
They remind me of the new ideas
that swirl about my mind,
glowing rosy and wonderful,
but still lacking the sun and water
that will make them blossom.
But they've done their part--
the watering is up to me.
Happy fourth day of spring!
Isn't every day more marvelous than the last?