Spring

A new beginning opening up. The buttercup, The daffodil, the song bird's trill. Like being Young again the bursting forth with the new Without a thought of rembmebering. Recalling Not the toil and strife of winter's blight, but, Wallowing in the joyous birth as we seek to Bathe ourselves in it as if it never was before. Old winter left his mark - a blow. The pounding Of the wind and drifting snow. Dreariness is In Our Thanks and makes its way into our soul. Lest we complain, we strive again to make our Way to something sweet, a fond retreat into The mind of fresh and new. Dreaming of a summer's day. A trip to some delicious beach with sparkling water in our reach and running sand between our tows. And, so it goes till spring is here and nature plays her symphony of life again.