Dawning Spring

Snowdrops tentatively poke their
shy heads through the
thin
layer of snow
that is melting quickly
to give way to the
vibrant green
grass

When the snowdrops
die
crocuses are glad to flourish
in the feeble sunlight
the last
of the snow

Skies clear
and daffodils grin at each other
inviting me in
but soon
they wither and droop

Sunlight blesses the horizon
kissing it
casting warm
light
on the
glittering dew
and unfurling leaves

Wisteria hangs
like grape bunches
snapdragons absorb
the light
lady slippers
prance on the
forest floor
using dainty little feet

The sun
sets
and the moon
rises
until tomorrow
when light
will shine
on the
wondrous
colors
of
dawning
spring.

Skyler Mae

Silence

In the dark,
the worst thing to hear,
out of everything else,
is silence.
It surrounds you, engulfing you,
and shows you what waits,
in silence,
to pounce on you
and muffle your scream.
- Doctor P.W. DDS