The curtain twitches. The play is about to begin and we sit breathlessly in anticipation of the pageant that is unfolding.
It seems as if everything has been dead for so long. The light left the sky. We wandered in darkness and the cold threatened to shatter our bones.
We wait, trying to be quiet, in the audience, twisting our programs, read since November and long since memorized.
Then there comes a day straight out of the wind and rain that’s filled with sunlight and a warm breeze soft and meaningful as a lover’s kiss. Budding possibility shows itself.
The simplest blossoms, forms made of a few fragile petals attached to sword-shaped leaves, awaken, holding their faces to the sun.
Where there were brown lifeless sticks just last week there are now nascent leaves, soft and vulnerable as babies.
The ebulience rushes forward, from the gradient purple crocus
to the enthusiasm of perfect forsythia blossoms.
We breathe at last not the tentative, lung spasming gasps of Winter, but the lush, warm growing beauty that is the Spring we were promised.
I wish you all soft breezes, sweet kisses in the dark, and the thoughtful joy and peace that this season of Easter brings.
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Lisa, we've been waiting so long for this, haven't we? Thank you!
Monsieur just looking at these blossoms is like hope fulfilled.
Susan, we had days and days of rain and flooding and finally yesterday there was sun. This afternoon was positively decadent.
mLee, thank you for reading and rating. Hope your spring starts soon!
The words leave me breathless.
Chuck, thank you. Life is richer with friends like you.
Bonnie, I must confess that I searched for things to wash today because it was just such an awesome "drying day." Some times when you put more joy into it, the chore dwindles into fun. Thanks!
Ann and Julie, thank you so much for coming by, reading and enjoying.
vanessa, thank you and welcome!
Mikey, here's a big hug and a welcome back. I missed you, bro!
Owl you're always welcome and I'm so glad to see you.
Kent, thanks. I think of spring sometimes as a shy wallflower in the dance of the seasons.
Lainey, this forsythia bush I think is the earliest one I've ever seen. And it's huge. You can see it from the farthest end of our street. I'm so happy to see it blossoming and know that yours will be soon.
Gary, I'm so glad that you can feel these things through my words and photos. It's devilishly difficult but worth it to share with you, my friend.
Rated.
lovely photos and prose.
Lorraine, it was just great spending some time outdoors this evening listening to the peepers. It's too early for bugs and warm enough for much lighter clothing. Spring is upon us!
Tim, you know it. Thanks!
Monte
Monte, I'm late thanking you and wishing you the same for you and yours but it's the thought that counts, right? Hope you enjoyed your Easter and thanks for coming by!
Pilgrim, if you listen really carefully, you can hear the strings tuning up. Between the songs of the peepers, that is! Thank you!