Tag Archive | seasons

RENAISSANCE

Darkness yields to dawning light;
Ones asleep for a long, cold season
Begin to awaken and stir.

 

 

Thoughts and dreams once lost in time
Slowly rise up from deepest places,
Where they wait and hope for rebirth.

 

 

Feelings bring fresh sensation,
Sweet misery made from pain and joy
Sing new songs of resurrection.

 

 

Sleep cannot last forever,
Nor can suppression anesthetize
The heart and soul of humankind.

 

 

Life is stronger and brighter;
She calls us to join her in the dance
Of joyful hope that leads onward.

SPRING CLEANING

Cobwebs in corners;
Stalks from last year’s plants;
Boxes and Christmas wrap;
Ski gear, parkas and snow pants;
Where did all this come from?
How could this mess be!
It wasn’t here yesterday,
Was it?
Things pile up
So insidiously.

 

Somewhere in corners,
Out of conscious sight;
Hazy memories linger;
Collected through years of life.
Where did all this come from?
How did I not see!
It seems like just yesterday,
Was it?
Time piles up
So insidiously.

 

Desires in corners;
Dreams of things to come;
Marriage, work and children;
A happy future at home.
Where did all this go to?
Why could this not be?
Such hope was here yesterday,
Was it?
Life happens
Unexpectedly.

 

Wisdom on corners
Where paths split in two;
Leading in directions
We never thought to be true.
Where did all this come from?
How could such things be?
They weren’t here yesterday,
Were they?
We grow up
So mysteriously.

SPRING GARDEN

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A spring garden is full of surprises:  It seems like nothing is alive there; then blossoms open overnight.  The frozen, sleeping ground softens and wakes up; mud gives way to young, green shoots.

Birds return with happy songs, building their nests and laying eggs.  Soon they’ll be looking for yummy treats to feed their babies; then, they’ll teach them to fly.

Spring’s fragrance is unique and pungent:  A mixture of warming earth, rain-washed air, new grass and blossoms.  So different from the cold smell of winter.

Oh, the thrill of new life, it’s promise, unrealized dreams and possibilities!  May all that is birthed in this young season grow to maturity and fruition.