(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.