Spring greets us in the morning
With bright sun and singing birds at 50 degrees.
It rolls into our left open doors calmly,
Then screams it’s arrival at warm noon,
Though Spring never comes too soon,
With reminders of a lost love
Or childhood games in a state far away,
Of clover and grass once again green,
Of sunburn and beaches and fish in the cooler to clean
Time outdoors, with family , with friends, and steak on the grill
Or music in the air at a festival park
While the sun changes shades many times before dark.
When the sun slowly slips away,
We are still warmed by the hum of that day.
(c) by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Spring is bittersweet, like a love song
because all good things must end.
Just as we can say goodbye to bitter cold
Only a moment’s memory can keep its hold.
But why think of the end, when it starts?
Instead, open widely of your heart
Race through the meadows in the sunshine
Sit picking daisies beneath the pine.
Seize the day like a bee
enjoying its pollen snack.
Yes, it will end later,
but later is not now.
No moment stays forever, anyhow.
No hurt can forever keep you down.
All moments must wash away down the stream
Good and bad, or in between.
Every Spring is here to be enjoyed.