As Lady Winter moves out of our world and Sweet Spring engenders forth spreading a gentle blanket of warmth unfurling leaves, buds and blossoms. My spirit lifts up as a soft sun beams down intermittently in between the showers of rain. A promise of a fresh start, of renewal and the eternal cycle once again flowing through our world.
Woo this gentle lady with joy, with eyes wide open to her bounty, faces upturned to her soft sun, with a our pouring of pleasure. Celebrate her by taking on a new challenge, beginning something you have wanted to try and opening your heart to our wonderful world.
Image: Sisters Under The Skin,Maia, Spring Renewal
Sharing this delight poem by Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period — When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay — A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.