Renewal and Recreation

 The seemingly endless gray days that stretch from January

into the early weeks of the calendar Spring

are quickly forgotten at first blush of new green.

We hurriedly shed garments of Winter

and submit our bodies and souls to the warmth of the sun.

We seek to satisfy needs which have remained

reluctantly dormant during the waning darker days.

Remarkably, age does not diminish our excitement

or the need to push open our windows 

to feel warming breezes and expose every corner of our shelters

to the brilliance of the light.

The power of the sun is felt by every living thing

and everything responds with unstoppable growth and new beginnings.

If new growth found all around us is powerless to resist the draw of the sunlight

then so it must be for humankind.

We succumb each spring to the voice of the songbird,

the burgeoning of green under our feet,

the magic of color in an infinite range of pastels across the fields,

and we have witnessed these things for millennia

in celebration of renewal and recreation.

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Poem by,

Thomas J. Simms

tjs1040@verizon.net

photo "Out of the Deep Gray" by, Tom Johnson-Medland