Come Spring, Come
By Renea Winchester
Today, the sun teased us with the promise of spring. Just when we think we can’t take one more day of freezing weather, or one more drippy and depressing day of heavy gray clouds, hope streams through the window, whispering the word, “spring.”
The birds become more active, daring to entice the sun’s favor as they spread their wings and call out, “yes…come!”
Come, fill the air with the fragrance of daffodils, and the promise of primrose blooms bedecking the windowsill. Come, lengthen the days with your warm embrace. Come, as everything that has breath is renewed and begins to live again. Come spring, come. We have waited so long!
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