Winter is almost over now and I see the light, the light of Spring. A hint of green.
I’m beginning to breathe again.
I breathe in the blue skies. Clear water. Yellow sun.
And I sing.
I sing a song I’ve never heard. A happy one, bubbling up from a crack in the soul.
Where worry used to sleep.
Hope comes like brittle branches bursting into color. A parade of petals on a single bud.
Transforming the frozen past.
Golden Glory. White resurrection. Purple redemption.
Erupting into joy.
Like a tiny sprout pushing through the broken ground.
Dormant dreams come to life.
The streets are busy now and I hear the sound, the sound of happiness. A new day!
Rising up from the grave.
The earth awakes.
Breaking the silence and the noise, of loneliness.
I walk among the faces. And I find a smile. Divine appointments.
A fresh perspective.
I stretch out my hands. For they hold the seeds of change.
Giving the world another start. A new beginning.
My own Spring.