Every branch. Each bud. Every seed.
Seeking sunlight. Yearning to bloom and
to become. Spring holds such promise.
Here come the reds, the yellows,
the purples, blues and greens! Bursting
forth from the dry, wintered ground.
We clean and plant and open
the long sealed windows to the
fresh air ~ our own hope renewed.
We clean and plant and open
the long sealed windows to the
fresh air ~ our own hope renewed.
Melissa's word for us today?
Spring
Pretty flowers and thoughts.
ReplyDelete"We... open the long sealed windows to the fresh air..."
ReplyDeleteI like to think I'm doing this, metaphorically speaking, every spring. (Mostly I am probably not. But I talk a good game...) ;)
Those crocuses are such hopeful, optimistic flowers. They open their blossoms long before everyone else and long after in the deep fall.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flowers and beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your lovely post about spring.
ReplyDeleteOh the colours!!! I can't wait for the colours :)
ReplyDeletePerfect! (Words & photos!)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it beautiful? I can't wait for spring to be in full bloom.
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