Full – bloom spring brings life into being,
the bitter winter of discontent makes way
to waves of pregnant hope, and the wells are full to the brim,
drizzle and showers of rain keep falling time and again,
puddles, pools and budding flowers, rose petals covered in dew dripping
shoots of green grass, plant beddings in differing hews and shades.

Winter descends into the depths of its death chamber
as another season springs to life,
enough reason to chant and dance in mirth for the new birth,
no one mourns as winter reluctantly bids its farewell

The fresh breath of spring morning air is a welcome heavenly smell:
the scent of garden flowers, the cool breeze along an ocean beach path,
the aroma from the hot coffee mug and
the waft from the wine glass at dinner time,
its all a taste for life!

Yet ideas and ideals well up in the recesses of troubled and restless minds,
struggling and stumbling, fumbled and mumbled to form words
that can be uttered to the outside

This silent stuttering continues to rise and subside,
shut up on the inside, like the ocean tide,
sometimes at rest, other times rising to crush open the lid of silence,
striving and rushing as though ready to choke and throttle
the very life out of the throat

Thoughts; like a spring cloud burst,
must graduate to words to find their worth

Yes, spring – time is upon us, and winter is past,
its time to spare the past, to stare into the present
and to dare the future,
to think, to dream and to envision the future,
to look, to listen, and to live the present to the full,
to perceive and impregnate the present with possibilities

To thank the Creator for abilities;
to know, to appreciate, to associate, and to relate
to His creation as it waits in silent patience,
groaning and hoping for the appointed time,
when its Creator will come to its rescue

But still, the Creator is at work, all around us,
His creation and creatures, its all about our worth,
all of us being fashioned and perfected for His glory!