Technically it’s Winter, but today feels more like Spring.
I can feel the warmth of the sunshine beckoning.
The birds outside are active and chirping away.
And the blue skies seem to keep the cold at bay.
I’ve had potatoes roasting in the oven though and garlic chicken sautéeing on the stove.
And my desire to be cozy has been collecting in droves!
Winter seems to be calling to me, and begging me to stay.
To read the books in a cozy nook and rest away the day.
I cannot deny that Spring is up ahead, just around the bend,
And there’s something percolating with the underpinning to mend.
It’s not going to be like any Spring before,
But the unsettledness of the unknown is trying to roar.
There’s a peace, though, that brings a sense of calm.
It’s like my soul knows it’s about to be lavished in a healing balm.
Winter, you’ve been understated, and quiet as the dead,
But I believe you’ve been diligently working, to prepare me for what’s ahead.
Thank you for what you brought, and for snuffing out some dreary things.
My anticipation is growing for all that Spring will bring.
