No giggles
no laughter
but there’s a whisper
there
Hidden eyes
see between
delicate droplets
peering out
from dark spaces
as the whisper
says again and again…
Don’t see me.
Little buds kiss the air
offering promises
of flourishing growth
and warmer weather
as pink tips stretch
and begin to swell
reaching for the sun
soon leaves will stretch
and open wide
and buds will unfurl
to flutter
petal soft blossoms
in balmy morning
breezes