The Hope of Spring

The Hope of Spring

Cherry trees, radiant in pink, glow in the distance. Daffodils and jonquils, having forced their way to the surface, appear swollen with pride as they beckon to passers by. Dogwoods, crab trees and hawthorns patiently await their occasion to gracefully twinkle amidst the massive pines. Winter gray yet clings by a thread, while leafless Bradford pears test their first buds, sure to be held back by another frost. Such is the smoldering Spring of Georgia and a new season of hope and delight.

Desire to repair winter’s madness creeps into the blood, and before long new beds are crafted with azaleas and gardenias that blush beautifully and impart a lingering, scented bouquet. Gifts of nature, enchant and amuse, and revive the yawning heart.

Clipped and placed in vases, exquisite jewels are discreetly delivered to long forgotten, aged widows; an action to astonish and amaze, and convey that someone cares. Safe in their haven, these women reminisce of days when they gathered their own. It is not important to know how they arrive, but that their isolation is noted and gently lessened.

It is this season of hope and delight that speaks to the heart. New life from old, the palate of splendor seduces the eye, and ignites in the mind a longing to yield for just a moment, and participate in this rejuvenation. It is a new departure and liberation from antiquity, to something reassuring and pleasurable. I linger in my desire to be fulfilled by the beauty and jubilation, to soothe my heart and one more.

(Word Count: 262, including Title)