Fire

Fiery light from St. Brigid has arrived early in Minneosta. Maple trees are dripping sap. A lone magnolia is about to bloom. Mist rises up from the river’s surface to meet the warm morning air. Climate change or just a rare spell? I have an opinion, but even that’s dicey. Researchers say we only find facts that prove our opinions. So I try this. I set my feet on the earth as gently as I can and marvel at her gifts. The acorn cap uncovered from a patch of melting snow, filled now with shards of ice glittering in the sun.