Thursday, March 22, 2012
I love spring
Colors crack through the brown and gray
chasing away the monotony of winter
After months of waiting beneath the soil
the bulbs break through
Now, they are ready.
All of the beauty they have been gathering
All of the treasures found in their quiet solitude
are ready to burst forth
exploding into blossoms of color
I love spring.
The air is filled with the sounds of growth,
birds building new nests
trees rustling in the breeze
I love spring!
The smell of growth is in the air.
The world awakens
it's excitement felt in the way the children play
in the way the workers shed their coats
the way I walk with a bounce
Perhaps I am the bulb,
Maybe it is my turn to blossom,
to burst forth with color,
Maybe, after months of gathering beauty,
of finding treasures in my quiet solitude,
it's my turn.
Maybe this will be my spring.