Regeneration

Winter’s harsh breath exhales into the frosty snowy past. Icy Hoarfrost gives way to billowing branches blooming with expectant buds. Whispers of newness of Life encompass Mother Earth urging upwards bursting seeds taking root sending forth shoots of glorious colored petals over willowy leafy verdant pastures beckoning formerly winter bound spirits to break forth into joyous song.

The Voice of Springtime is now heard in the land. I hear the gurgling of the babbling brook and feel a gentle breeze upon my face. Arboreal splendor dances in celebration of incoming upcoming vim, vigor and vitality. Vivaciously laughing at Jack Frost’s feeble attempts to reclaim  yearning terrain.  Cheerful, Joyful Persephone skips, leaps and jumps into her Mother Demeter eager arms.

DeBorah Ann Palmer