BrokenEchoes

  Today is bright Warm and pleasant There are people on their lunch break Enjoying of the calm embrace of spring They walk by the flowers in the city parking lot They stop in for an iced mocha at the coffee shop They window shop at the antique store on the corner They wave their hellos at each other Or rest on benches Or nibble their lunches at the picnic table They bask in the sunny respite for a fleeting moment Then shuffle back inside to finish their day.

  We endured a long bleak winter In which no joy could grow Sorrows accumulated like snowflakes We longed for the warm rescue of spring It felt like it would never arrive I couldn’t find a way to help The drifts deepened The ground was frozen So we left We picked up our things and we left That frigid tundra may still be there But we don’t care Here the land is rich The sorrows are few And joy grows abundantly.

  I am consistently amazed  at the level to which She is attuned to  The initial faint whispers of an early spring. She is energized by growth, renewal, birth, becoming Rising abuzz with the essence of youth emerging Eyes wider to the lighter greens still yearning for longer days Rejoicing in the golden glowing morning Savoring the mild hesitation of the lilac dusk She awakens eagerly as the earth does, overcoming grey slumber Opens her arms in unison with the blue and orange flowers. She welcomes the new beginnings with a warm embrace. As she finds her home and hope in the blooming of a new young spring, I find mine in her, and follow her into the soft, warm, dew-dappled morning. 02/28/2022