Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Simplicity of Spring Fills the Senses

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

It happens every year.  I get this unbelievable ache at the miracle that is Spring.  Oh to be a poet, author or song writer and  be able to put into words what it is to watch the kids play outside without jackets on the first warm day, to sit quietly and watch the miracle of birth of a lamb, to see the smallest plants fight through the frozen earth and flower, 

the intense green of the new grass, the brightness of the yellow daffodil and forsythia, to listen to the raucous songs of the birds calling their mates, the tiniest seeds opening to what will be summers bounty, the warning of momma duck sitting on a nest of eggs, 

throwing open the windows and having the fresh scent of earths rebirth blow the stale winter air from the house.... It literally fills the senses.  It costs nothing but is worth far more than anything money could buy.  It will continue to happen every year and I hopefully I will continue to be amazed at it each and every time.  


Anonymous said...

It seems to me that you put into words, your feelings about Spring, in a very eloquent way. I know that I could not have said it any better. Simply said, honest, and beautifully spoken. :)

cyndy said...

Nodding my head in agreement with what Sandie said....

spring is late in arriving to the mountain regions...but oh, so worth the wait...there is something so very beautiful to see when the promise is revealed...and you obviously have eyes to see it....Happy Spring my friend!