I stepped outside to view the spring
Still lots of brown, some grass is green
Alone in my flower bed
Stands one purple flower, raising his head
This shows the spring is really here
And the others will soon appear.
The first one is most special though
We’ve waited all winter for it to grow
It’s a sign again our Creator’s in charge
We can’t create a flower or time it’s birth
No – we just enjoy the things given
From our Father to us on earth.
The newness in the air,
Brushes my cheek,
With a sense of warmth.
Something has begun.
See it in the birds?
Goldfinches claim their gold,
And courtship begins,
Through song and dance.
The hard brown earth,
To random bursts,
Of varied hue.
To days gone by,
And first love.
A timid kiss,
A bashful touch,
And that song that rekindles,
The essence of spring.
It’s 70 degrees. The sun is shining.
Birds are chattering
and twittering and tweeting.
I’m sitting on an exercise bench
in the back yard,
legs swinging back and forth…
I am a child of 3 or 4,
sitting on the floor by my toy box,
in front of a wide-open window,
feeling the early morning freshness
of a spring breeze…
I am a child of 9,
standing on top of a wide gate post,
singing at the top of my lungs to
the surrounding countryside,
“I’ve got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle…”
I am a girl of 16,
walking hand-in-hand through the park
with my first love…
Ah, Spring! You do return as a sweetheart
home from a long journey.