the outdoor breeze called our names.
drawing us in to open air and clear skies.
empty trees dressed in loose branches hung over heads
waiting to feel spring in their roots.
reaching to march
a warm touch in the sky and a hint of green.
wind whistled across the yard catching laughter along the way
we ran. we played. and when we fell i picked us up.
my little family
i will always pick us up.
i carry you to spring.