Spring always brings hope and renewal.
The anticipation of the new. Fresh flowers.
New dreams. Realizations that everything has a season.
A reason to end, to begin, to be completed, and renewed.
With anticipation brings joy and abundant thoughts. Blessings.
Then the snow blows. Past the freshly budded trees.
Questions arise. We ask and seek. Answers will come.
Some fast. Some slow. Always right when we needed it to be so.
Anticipation is renewed again. Upon the dream and wings of things.
It falters some. Stumbles a bit. Gets up and tries again.
Because it never really ends completely, and when it does
we were done with it anyway.
