Acrylic on canvas, 24” x 30”, Framed

Spring

By Whitney Fuemmeler

The sky is bright blue with a few drifting clouds, and the sun grows brighter as a breeze pushes them away. Birds chirp, croon, and call to each other in the woods. Today, the brush has bloomed. Dots of green climb naked branches, dressing the trees in spring. Buds, tiny red sparks of growth, wait to leaf out. Soon enough, I’ll write about summer. For now, my words float on the warming wind, spreading hopeful seeds as the bees stir, ready to bring the backyard into bloom.