Walk 22

Spring is hope

We walk across lawns making steps that squelch as we move.  The soil is sodden, it is still carrying the wet weight of winter.  Dew covers our shoes.  We have arrived at our destination.  A point in the lawn where around us hopeful shoots begin to appear.  Upright spears, a shade of green different to the lawn.  Fresh.  New.  Hopeful.  Hope is a daffodi…