Spring!
A new beginning.
The dull cold ache of winter disappearing,
Little by little.
A green shoot – of hope:
A vast wilderness of cold and ice and waste –
And a green blade of promise.
How shall I begin?
How avoid the death of the past?
Make this new chance a new breath of life …
Start anew, overcome despair
And enjoy the stirrings of a new beginning.
Cautiously, one step at a time;
Like a small animal, anxiously poking its nose from a hole,
After a winter of hibernation,
Of sleepiness and numbness,
Careful not to spoil this new chance?
No, a thousand times NO!
Let us throw caution to the winds!
Put our trust in goodness and fresh hope
And run with joy and exuberance into the future,
Content to make our mistakes and eager
To enjoy this new Spring
To the full.
I’m not a winter person! You will have gathered that by now. No, I love sunshine and outdoors, springtime and spring flowers. Well, we’ve made it! Once again, spring has sprung – and I know that’s a cliché and good writers are not supposed to use them – but it’s true. It’s such a good metaphor for spring – it’s so alive, vivacious, unpredictable and such a wonderful springboard, out of all those winter blues, into the clear, blue waters of summer. Whether you like to think that March 1st heralds the onset of spring or, like me, you prefer the more cautious option of March 21st, we’ve done it – we’ve arrived and it’s downhill all the way.
Funny how we know, every year, that spring will come, that it’s on the way and yet, like Christmas, it always surprises us. One minute we’re cleaning ice off the car windscreen and grumbling all the way to work and the next the hawthorns are in bud, the birds are scouring the garden for nest-building materials again and the joyful season has arrived. In fact, our optimism may be proved reckless, there may be fresh falls of snow, there may be harsh winter winds, but we’ve turned a corner and spring has once again been unleashed from its hiding place like a tiger from the jungle.
A new beginning.
The dull cold ache of winter disappearing,
Little by little.
A green shoot – of hope:
A vast wilderness of cold and ice and waste –
And a green blade of promise.
How shall I begin?
How avoid the death of the past?
Make this new chance a new breath of life …
Start anew, overcome despair
And enjoy the stirrings of a new beginning.
Cautiously, one step at a time;
Like a small animal, anxiously poking its nose from a hole,
After a winter of hibernation,
Of sleepiness and numbness,
Careful not to spoil this new chance?
No, a thousand times NO!
Let us throw caution to the winds!
Put our trust in goodness and fresh hope
And run with joy and exuberance into the future,
Content to make our mistakes and eager
To enjoy this new Spring
To the full.
I’m not a winter person! You will have gathered that by now. No, I love sunshine and outdoors, springtime and spring flowers. Well, we’ve made it! Once again, spring has sprung – and I know that’s a cliché and good writers are not supposed to use them – but it’s true. It’s such a good metaphor for spring – it’s so alive, vivacious, unpredictable and such a wonderful springboard, out of all those winter blues, into the clear, blue waters of summer. Whether you like to think that March 1st heralds the onset of spring or, like me, you prefer the more cautious option of March 21st, we’ve done it – we’ve arrived and it’s downhill all the way.
Funny how we know, every year, that spring will come, that it’s on the way and yet, like Christmas, it always surprises us. One minute we’re cleaning ice off the car windscreen and grumbling all the way to work and the next the hawthorns are in bud, the birds are scouring the garden for nest-building materials again and the joyful season has arrived. In fact, our optimism may be proved reckless, there may be fresh falls of snow, there may be harsh winter winds, but we’ve turned a corner and spring has once again been unleashed from its hiding place like a tiger from the jungle.
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