Spring...

The year's at the spring

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hillside's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven -

All's right with the world!

~Robert Browning

Spring a season of renewed hope, is an affirmation of the fact that life is beautiful. I love spring; the colors, the birds, the melting snow, the slow rebirth of life. I walk down the streets, observing the first signs of buds, waiting them to mature each day, trying to break open; every day the excitement of not knowing if it will be today that the veil will lift and the cherry blossom will shine in its full glory.  Spring is the culmination of faith – faith that the cold and dark winter would not last forever, faith that although you cannot see the seeds, the frozen ground would spring new life.

Then again spring has more meaning only when you experience the winter. You have to experience the darkness, to appreciate the light. Colors have meaning only when you have been deprived of it for months. Spring is nature’s way of saying thank you for hanging in there during winter. And what a dramatic way to say so –explosion of colors, and fragrances, transforming the dead to life, nothing defines the word miracle as aptly as spring.

Spring reminds me that time is fleeting, to embrace all that comes into my life; to be joyful and enjoy this beautiful gift called life. To feel life flowing through my veins as if for the first, to just breathe in the fresh air, soak in the glimpses of sun and rejoice in this nascent stage of life.