I know we aren’t supposed to wish our lives away. We only have one so why can’t it always be spent in the glorious days of Spring? I adore Spring. The promise of new life is much more apparent in March than it is when making New Year’s resolutions in the darkness of late December. January is nearly over, thank you. February is at least shorter than the other months. And it has Valentine’s Day, not that it holds special meaning anymore. But there’s at least chocolate involved.
I am looking forward to Spring along the river this year. I swear, when March 17th comes around every year, I can actually feel something lift off me. In Colorado, that’s when you see the first green tips on the globe willow trees and you can feel it coming. The warmth of the sun coaxes tender shoots of green from a barren earth. Winter gray gives way to the glory of color splashed amongst pockets of unmelted snow. Birds begin their northern flight to grace us with their cheerful songs. Ahhhhh, Spring….come to me as the lover you are and brush back the web of darkness that has clung to me since the autumn leaves danced to the ground. Give to me your abundance and affirmation that life does renew itself in an ever changing cycle. Remind me I am alive. Ahhhhh, Spring….just 52 days away. I can hardly wait to see you again!
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“11 See! The winter is past;
Song of Songs 2:11-13
the rains are over and gone. 12 Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. 13 The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.”