03-21-19
I have always been an Autumn girl. Born in October, my soul has ached for cold, frosty-breath mornings and golden trees shaking their treasures down on me since before I had words to express it. I would make the whole year one late October day if I could.
But today, the sun warmed my head, and the birds sang so sweetly. Have I ever really heard them before? The cherry trees are blooming and the grass is more than green, and the sky – that I rarely look at except to see my beloved stars – it wasn’t missing them.
I want to paint all the walls in my house the color of the sky today, so I can never be without its magic. So I can never forget the day I awoke from my life-long winter nap. The day I realized why people across oceans and mountains and centuries sing and dance and write and dream…
Of Spring.
Copyright © Sara Carr | Year Posted 2019
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