When spring comes again…
the warmth of the gentle sun will once again smile down upon my face and soften the lines chilled by the winter of yesterday.
When spring comes again…
my eyes will once again lift up to the hills from where my strength comes.
When spring comes again…
my feet will dance to a lighter tune and remember the happy songs of old that carried all of my yesterdays…
When spring comes again…
my hands will hold close the newness of each day and treasure it so for it comes but once.
When spring comes again…
the river of my heart will once again flow breaking free from the winter’s ice that sealed the land of the living moments.
When spring comes again…
my heart will once again know that the warm breeze of a changing season will once again breathe life into the next page of the next chapter.
And then…
When spring comes again…
I will… I will choose to love this season…
because it is where I am…
In this moment… the winter is gone and the summer lives in the distance.
When spring comes again.