Of The Spring

Wandering along a trail             of dead grass and weeds,             bare trees of broken branches,             and blossoming flowers for the early spring...                   I take in a deep breath               of fresh air that lingers in               this slightly warm day.               Anticipation creeps in for this               promise of a new way.                   Nature is sending a preview               of the beauty that is yet to show.               Paintings of life after the               crystal diamonds of winter snow.                   The pastel skies leave a path               of blankets to cover the sun.               A glorious moment to realize               the seasons of life are never done.                     Never questioning the riddle               of who to thank for a day such as this.               Those who help me see the beauty in               a spring kiss.                     Dancing for the joy               of finding the hope again, I find               my heart leaping for the fresh season               to begin.                     A spiritual journey, some may say,               of knowing the darkness that exists.               Whether it's truth or lies, I will say               only this...               To feel the splendor of knowing the darkest depth,                 is even more fruitful when you take the first                 step                 to walk back again. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 07:51 PM PST   18 • 0 • 13