Featured Writing by Yoni

Spring

by Yoni

Outside, spring reveals itself. The ground is moist and green from the earlier rain, while clouds still swirl and hover like menacing birds. Trees have begun to sprout their leaves and blossoms. The bark is rough against my back as I lean against the tree to rest.

I close my eyes and hear the sounds of spring: the sizzle of hot dogs and burgers on a grill, the trickle of water from a stream - and finally, the peaceful chirping of birds in the distance.