I know it won’t last, because that’s how it is; spring comes in fits and starts”
~dapplegrey @ Invisible Horse
Two lovely posts at Invisible Horse inspire hope for spring:
Oasis of Color and Going Back For More.
Another tiny miracle
arrives
in Winter’s frozen box.
Somewhere, the grass
has greened, the wide field
covered itself in fragile violets
and bright, sturdy crocus.
If you lay down on the ground
through the damp you can feel
more green gathering itself to grow.
I know all this is happening
on this same planet
because you
another world away
showed it to me.
Enormous miracles
are not required.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
I love the way you start with ‘Another tiny miracle’ and end ‘Enormous miracles are not required’. This just about sums it up – that these are the right kind of miracles, the ones we already have if only we’ll only stop and look. Beautiful words! Thank you.
Thanks for reading and commenting and especially for the gorgeous, hopeful, inspiring photos. This little cloud-based world of pictures and posts and poems does feel like tiny miracles, doesn’t it? I’ve been playing with the poem-a-day experiment for over a year now and enjoying it so much–the little thrill of each rough poem matched by the odd yet friendly feel of these connections we make to others out here, wherever we are.