a thing for spring

Today marks the first day of spring and this year I am seriously struggling with the loss of that hour that disappeared into our clocks as they sprang ahead a couple of weeks ago! Is this another age thing because OMG, there is so much to deal with that really… Okay, let me refrain from spewing a temper tantrum of words across the page instead opting for some that herald the season of emergence from our winter cocoons, longer spans of sun lit stretches of time, flora bursting out in living color, and temperatures that allow us to peel away more than just layers of clothing as the trees put theirs on. I wanted to know if others are as exuberant about spring as I so I went in search of a poem or excerpts from compositions that might resonate with me and found the following…

Spring Song

Paul Laurence Dunbar

A blue–bell springs upon the ledge,

A lark sits singing in the hedge;

Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,

And life is brimming everywhere.

What lark and breeze and bluebird sing,

Is Spring, Spring, Spring!

No more the air is sharp and cold;

The planter wends across the wold,

And, glad, beneath the shining sky

We wander forth, my love and I.

And ever in our hearts doth ring

This song of Spring, Spring!

For life is life and love is love,

‘Twixt maid and man or dove and dove.

Life may be short, life may be long,

But love will come, and to its song

Shall this refrain for ever cling

Of Spring, Spring, Spring!

Spring is nostalgia

after bitter storm.

Put spring in your heart.

- excerpt from Spring, Archie Greenidge

if spring lasted forever

I'd have no worries of sorts

because worries are for seasons

& Spring is love for short

if spring lasted forever

'I might add more'

- excerpt from Spring, James Meaney

I sometimes wish for more of what I love while at the same time being careful not to take too much. Lately, I also find myself accepting that perhaps it’s best to hold back some of me until the time, people and circumstances are as certain as the fact that spring follows winter and falls before summer. Wanting more than we need, giving more than deserved can lead to indifference, lack of appreciation and an unfulfilled fullness that can't be easily sprung.

But when it comes to spring, well it could last right up to the dawn of autumn and never would I take not one day for granted. My plan is to enjoy each moment beginning today, the first day of one of my two most favorite seasons. Hope you will make the most of any day you wake up aware, alert and able as you…

  

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