I sense the fair Spring -- she's coming. Reeeeeeally slowly. She smells of thawing earth, she sounds like almost-forgotten, long-lost birdsong, she looks like an evening where the pink glow remains in the sky for just a little longer each time.
I listened to my lovely girl Katie Herzig's Apple Tree this morning on the way to school. I chose her because she reminds me of Spring. The song "Shovel" struck me, once more. How few words one needs for a poignant song...
"Shovel"
Hearts bend ‘cause they can’t break
When they can’t take
All that is given to them
Glass eyes on your sad face
It’s a sad story somebody’s written on you
Love in my heart, right from the start
So please take me with you
Birds sing out the window
Sing out the window sing
Do you hear those birds
sing out the window
Sing out the window sing
Take me with your shovel
We’ll bury all your troubles
All your troubles
Oh the light is always on you
Always in the light
The light is always on you
Always on you
Always in the light
