On 3/23/21, we published a poem my dad wrote 25 years ago.
Blink of an eye, another year is behind us and a favorite season is upon us; it bears repeating his spring poem:
We rejoice – winter has waned and spring at last is near.
The cold winds, with their final blustery challenge in March, yield to the gentle breezes, which carry warmth into April.
Rushing streams, swollen with winter’s hasty retreat, become calm and slow, to a peaceful flow.
The crocus and tulips, awakened from their winter’s sleep, stretch to greet the warmth of the sun and provide us a lovely rainbow, a display of color, which is a welcome change to winters grey.
We see ourselves surrounded by the renewal, and the abundance, of life.
As we experience this miracle of spring, let us be mindful of the abundance of our blessings, and let us allow our spirits, like the budding tree, to burst forth, so that we may share our blessings and love with others.
March 23, 1995
It has been a long year – a long couple of years – but spring reminds us, regardless of the harshness that winter (and life) can bring, it does not last forever!
Wishing everyone a Happy Spring! :o)