I saw the half-moon rise.  It was large, orange, and shrouded in a light mist.  It climbed higher and grew brighter as the night passed.  Stars joined it in its slow dance across the sky and they drew me outside to enter the celebration.

     I dance and sing.  The grass beneath my feet, still wet from the day’s rain, so soft and cool.  The air, warm and fragrant with magnolia blossoms caressed me. 

     A night bird’s call echoes across the field.  Spring has tiptoed in.