Springtime
Spring fascinates me.
Nature seems unsure of which way to go.
There’s a chill in the air, at times, because Winter’s foibles refuse to bow out.
I love Spring, though.
Relaxing on the patio or inside the gazebo.
Listening to God’s voice in the breeze whispers through the tall oak trees.
Looking up to a perfect blue sky;
God’s cover between Heaven and me.
Two bees landing on a plant I purposely placed near the fence to capture sunrays and rain.
Trapped, they seem lost and disconcerted but find their way out through a gap in the gate.
I sighed a little; I hadn’t finished watching their flighty waltz.
Spring fascinates me.
Nature seems unsure of which way to go.
And yes, there’s that annoying chill in the air; Old Man Winter’s refusal to say so long.
But Spring knows her place.
She’s patient, even as Winter’s passing hesitates.
She knows he has to depart, so she’s biding her time.
-Toretha Wright from “April Mornings”
