by Petra Newman

Created on: August 10, 2008   Last Updated: March 05, 2011

I couldn't sleep, I felt restless and my mind was already on the tasks of the day. Not wanting to disturb the household I tiptoed into the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. I enjoy the quiet and solitude before the day begins; I selfishly hoard that silent moment for myself. With a steaming mug of coffee in hand, I sit on the stairs of the deck surrounded by compressed shadows. My senses are suddenly alerted to the beauty of spring.

Spring arrives like a debutante, bedecked to beguile the senses. The moisture in the air is a mist, a vapor that settles like a bride's veil floating gently over the land. Translucent beads of moisture heavy with the scent of the earth, lingers, dispersing its rich, sweet fragrance. I watch the sun slowly emerge; hovering over the vapor, warming it, lifting the veil and kissing the land beneath.

The beauty resonates through my soul. The earth becomes a bride each spring. She stretches her arms to the sun, just as the trees reach for the sun after the long winter sleep. The air is alive with a symphony of birds; warm breezes carry sweet perfumes from the fields and early blooms. Bees dart from flower to flower and butterflies sail gently above like a living mobile strung from heaven.

The long cessation is over and life awakens. Children play in puddles left by the melting snow and scramble together on the newly exposed patch of green grass.  Shiny cans hang from the sugar maples collecting nature’s sweet nectar.  Warm breezes sigh over newly plowed fields, and soft spring rain moistens the land making the seeds to swell and explode. 

Everywhere life is revealing itself with a flurry of activity.  Spring cleaning puts a fresh sparkle into the house after being closed off all winter.  It is time to open the windows and let spring breezes rush through the house to invigorate the life within.  Summer clothes are unpacked and winter things stored with moth-balls in the attic.  The barbecue is uncovered and snow pushers and toboggans are locked away.   

Springtime is a new beginning.  It’s a love story that extracts the desire in us.  Spring creates inspiration, stimulates imagination and evokes dreams.  Spring is love and romance, weddings, and births and optimism for happily ever after. Spring is when love is new and innocent, when hearts sing that timeless melody only lovers hear.

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