You know it’s Ostara when the daffodils come.
The warming Earth pushing daffodils as sun kissed stars, up until spread in a yellow haze all around.
The wind blows gentle breezes, caressing you with silky fingers to strip you of your coat.
The sun stays a while longer before resting, sinking into the skyline. Leaving a red glow as a promise for tomorrow’s hue.
Then Night time sparkles in the sky, heralding a frosty, mist covered magical morning.
You know it’s Ostara from the fragrant smells of Earth after the falling rain showers.
The trees are adorned once again in budding beauty.
You see Birds returning to home, while other winter birds leave.
There’s Frogs getting busy in still waters.
The first warming Sun rays bring bees from their hives.
farm noise and smells.
Tractors slowing you down on your journey.
Then March ends, and adds an hour to every, already clock watched, day.
Welcome in the beautiful fertile season of Spring.
Awakening the land with a promise of Summertime.
Yet plant your seeds wisely.”
~ Kathy Barenskie