February lingers,
sun warms,
water pools.
Saturation accomplishes
needed nurture.
Miracles hidden wait
for fullness of time.
Listen...Water is flowing,
singing in whispers
to our hearts
of promises to come:
My Beloved spoke and said to me,
Arise my love, my fair one,
and come away.
For lo, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grapes
give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one
and come away! SS 2: 10- 13
Your handmaiden rises.
