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  • November 11, 2017 2 min read


    Do you anticipate the turning of the season; a knowing that there is a coming change?

    Surely the entrance of spring is the most charming change of all.

    We witness the delivery of new colour and new song.

    Sweet incandescence, rising warmth, our spirits becoming strong.

    We see the birth of florets, the excitement of the bee’s; the budding grapes on the vine, new hope of unspoiled wine.

    The sun doting deciduous shakes off its sleep mood; greens and yellows burst and pop as they are warmly wooed.

    Pinks whisper possibility; a call to flourish, a call to thrive.

    A reminder that we are here, we are rich with a youthful state of mind.

    Spring is an invitation to rejuvenation, to taste sweetness and delight.

    It offers to restore our vigor, to joy in health and growth and life.

    Longer days, lingering light, brighter blues, warmer nights; spring is a gift for those burned out by the bullfight.

    She declares that here ends all things barren; the hard and hibernated are done.

    Passion is rising, hearts reigniting, enthused by what may become.

    So dear one, get your hopes up; drape spring bling around your neck.

    It’s a proclamation of potential, that things have been reset.

    Surrender to the sunshine, white flag all the good times; step in from the sideline and a go-go.

    Start your stretches; press those benches, run forth from the trenches and free throw.

    Spring we welcome you, heat our bodies and thaw our hearts.

    Draw new dreams, wash deserts with streams and bring all ends to a start.

    We are ready for this new season, may it be ridiculously fruitful.

    Prosperous, God glorious, victorious and truth-filled.


    Words by Lauren Lott