It is a mild winter and felt more like an extension of spring and still I found myself struggling to get past the dark season. With each day a little lighter longer I rejoice in the birth of a season that we call spring. Life like the seasons is filled with chapters, Some of the chapters I wish I could rewrite and others I would rather reread. But all of them get us to where we are today. My daughter said " we would not be who we are if we did not live through the experiences." Does that mean we are at the first down in the fourth quarter? If so I am running with the ball.
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling ...
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling ...
Daffodils are blooming
they are dependent on the light,
the yellow flowers of spring
decorate the hills with life.
The season arrived a little early
but that is okay with me,
it means we have more time
to celebrate what life brings.
Wonderful and warm moments,
that I keep tucked safe inside
and visit day after day
with your hand interlocked in mine.
Wraps my arms around you
and holding you tight.
In silence I call out your name,
in whispers day after day.
No pinching...I am dreaming.
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