Spring


This winter wonderland has melted into the moist rebirth of the earth.
This scent of warming dirt is filling my nostrils and bringing blood to my cheeks.
This excitement caused by the frustrations of a long winter being broken by the promise
of warmth is letting my hair swing easier.
My internal clock is making my hips sway like a gently flowing breeze, and my eyes cast
downward in maiden modesty.
It is telling me that now is a good time to become fertile sooner and open myself more often.
The richness of the fields yielding to the strength of the plows, manual or mechanical,
shows my state of being at this time of the year.

Can you see what I'm saying? in other words...my body misses yours.

The warmth of the air seems to have started blood flooding back into my brain.
The colors and smells have made this mind realize that there is more to the world
than white and grey and the black of trees and the cold non-smell of snow.
The happy warming of my body is bringing my mind back towards the idea of finding
someone interesting to talk to.
My mind is searching for that one connection that it felt while in hibernation.
It is lost and lonely for that connection.

Can you see what I'm telling you? in other words...my mind misses yours.

The green glow at the tips of the branches shows the prelude to the unfurling of leaves.
It wakens the soul to the spirituality that it has had in previous years, only to find that
that spirituality is slipping and fading.
The soul is reaching out for something to help it to bring its hope back to health,
and is faltering in its task.

Can you see what I'm implying? in other words...my soul misses yours.

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