At the Edge of Spring

Hunkered down at the edge of Spring.
Listen . . . . 
Through the shrieks and laughter of children
Playing in the warm sun
Listen . . . . 
Through the songs and frantic chirps of birds
As they rush to build their nests
Listen . . . . . . .
Through the groan and hum of tractors
As they plow the barren fields
Listen . . . . Listen . . . . Hear them?
Deep in the earth, the birthing cries
Of a thousand seeds, as they burst into life
And begin their upward climb toward light
They can only sense
But have never seen.



                                                                                                              - Poem by Johann McKee
                                                                                                                                   Photography by Sandra Marie