I looked around for a poem to share with you...but found none to really express my longing for Spring. Some flowers, some green grass, some color aside from the occasional red barn standing out against the brilliant white snow. And while I do enjoy all the seasons even winter, this year I just cannot wait for Spring's rebirth. I want to feel the warmth of an April sun on my skin and breathe in all of the beautiful colors returned to us by the spring.
It's cold today, but I know God's promise of Spring has rarely failed in the billions of years since the ice age. So I sit and dream about the scented air of May, and the symphony of music provided by birds as they sing their little hearts out while perched on the branch of a budding tree. The soft colors of early Spring...the yellows and purples, the pinks and the whites, oh how I long for Spring's magnificent return.
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