The slight chill of winter hangs on, as we hope for spring. Ahh... spring... the rebirth from the old. Is that what makes it so appealing the idea that with the new season we too might have a new chance, a new life, a fresh and budding flower of hope.
The monotony of the days blurs into an oblivion of despair, trapped in a gray world with the icy breath of death waiting outside your door. flowers gone trees standing leafless,and aspirations slowly whither.
But now even now the leaves begin to grow, sprouts emerge offering the promise of flowers in a rainbow of colors.Lavender and bright red roses,yellow and orange daisy's,The violets and pink carnations, Little glimmers of hope coming to life in a desolate world. The sun shines a little brighter this day and we bask in the joy of its presence. Soon all will be well, all will be alive and new and our hopes and dreams may come pass in this sweet season of new beginnings.