When Spring arrives, it’s overwhelming in its delicacy –
With soft colors, sweet smells, and increasing sunshine.
Spring is like a giant pink “wave” rolling into shore
Under an azure cloudless sky.
It reminds us that the bright beaches of summer are coming
Along with long romantic nights.
When Spring arrives it’s like a pink bud
Slowly opening into a perfect crimson flower.
Spring comes in infinite flavors,
And birds calling late into the evening.
No matter how old we get – or how exhausted –
When Spring appears, it overturns everything –
Expected and unexpected.
Arrives through its winter tunnel
Like a 10-ton Mack truck
Wearing pink lights!
It’s more generous than sunshine,
More unstoppable than a runaway coal truck,
And more important than a room full of Presidents.
What is it?
Love, of course, the instant it touches a human heart –
Who or what could stop it?
Every human being has experienced this.
So what’s recently been restricting it to a trickle –
Why isn’t it still fire hose strong –
Rushing and gushing into the world with all the force of a springtime flood?
Perhaps, we take love for granted –
Like air –
Believing it’ll always be there because it’s so essential.
But that would be a mistake –
Because real love is not free –
It has to be worked for.
Since it’s so wonderful, we believe it should be a gift,
So when it’s not –
Futilely, we attempt to buy, and sometimes, even steal it –
This is why a life without love
Often turns out to be so painfully expensive.