When the snows of winter begin to recede
leaving white caps
atop mossy green mountains,
the world is fresh and new
and the changing of seasons
brings the promise of miracles yet to come.
It is a time of hope and rebirth,
of wonders that are and may be.
It is a beginning of joy.
As the sun continues to warm
the once-frozen ground,
the promises of spring are fulfilled.
Bright red geraniums adorn
well-manicured lawns,
while lush green foliage
clings to the trees.
It is a time for adventure,
friendship
and freedom. A time for a deepening
of roots.
When the nights begin to cool
and the leaves catch fire,
spreading red and gold hues
across a tapestry of anticipation,
memories rest quietly
on sunburnt lips
while the sharp smell of crisp wood
drifts across the stars
and a season of closeness
and connection
and celebration
begins.
Then the silent snows of winter arrive,
filling the world with beauty
and covering everything with crystal white,
just as our love covers us
like a comforting blanket,
softening the edges of our difficult days
and filling our empty places
while we await the return of spring.
