She is coming. Spring. Vesnu, Persephone, Danu, Ataegina, Ostara, Kore…

She comes to us, here in Missoula, quietly. I would say, she comes with a touch of reluctance. Taking time; there is still bitter cold. Spring awakens slowly, uncurling beauty from the slumber. Soft, rich songs to leave the bed of winter. Spring comes not polished, but messy, unkept. Raw chords resonating, pushing vibrant moods and colors,,yet lingering shadows. Spring the in between. Equinox. She is on her way.

flower crown by – Earth Within Flowers http://earthwithin.com/