Surest Signs of Spring

Yearning for the renewal of all life at the onset of Spring, especially after enduring the bitter cold nights and frigid daytime temperatures of Winter, is a common theme this time of year and my own yearnings in this regard are fairly predictable as the Earth begins its return to an orientation, which grants the northern hemisphere greater access to the warmth of the sun.

This morning, as I sleepily trudged my way out to the kitchen, I was struck by one of the surest signs of Spring to which I have become accustomed throughout the almost thirty years of occupancy in my humble home, when the sun finally had the opportunity to shine through the kitchen window well enough to illuminate the area around the coffee pot.

The timing couldn’t have been better from my perspective, as I approached the kitchen window and opened the blinds. My heart filled with a reassuring rush of warmth, and my spirit lifted immediately upon the discovery of the pattern of the sun’s rays lighting up the counter near the coffee pot, as it does only when the tilt of the Earth heralds the arrival of the Spring season.

After pouring myself the first cup of the day, and just savoring the moment which included the delightful coffee aroma, the wisps of steam floating up into the sunbeams, and the anticipation of the calm and quiet of an early morning ritual on the weekend, my thoughts turned right away to what other signs might be available for observation. I stepped out the front door to retrieve the newspaper and was again reassured to see the very beginnings of blossoming flowers at my feet in front of the house.

It won’t be long before the budding plants start to sprout in the flower beds out front, and the daffodils, which did not appear to flower last year, appeared to be struggling to maintain their composure with temperatures in the upper thirties most of the morning.

The predicament of the harbingers of Spring clearly echoed my own uncertainty as I contemplated the changes which are about to take place in my own life, as well as the challenges which are looming for the immediate future. As lovely and reassuring as the walk around the yard proved to be in the brilliant sunlight and among the many hopeful signs of Spring, it was chilly enough to chase me back inside to consider my thoughts in a more comfortable setting.

This June I will be retiring from my position which has employed me for the last seven years, hopefully preparing for a new routine which does not include going to a job outside my home, and entering a new chapter in the continuing saga which is my life. All of the transitions which accompany these changes have inspired both anticipation and anxiety to different degrees, but they are both necessary and expected as are the change of seasons each year.

As I turned to continue with my chores for the day, a glance backward caught my eye as a kind of hopeful sign, captured in the image above. The brilliance of the sunlight streaming through the windows as it only does in the Spring, illuminated the greenery of my favorite houseplant, which has been waiting patiently to return to its perch outdoors. I could almost feel the joy it might be experiencing as only a plant can, of the promise of warmer days ahead, and a chance to begin again in the renewal of all life, as the Earth welcomes the surest signs of Spring.

What Lives In Your Heart

What Lives in Your Heart, Is Always on Your Mind

I awoke this morning
From a dream about you.
I was repairing a section of wall
That had separated from the floor.
Now ungrounded, it wiggled uncooperatively.

You sat in front of me,
Chatting as I worked.
I turned my gaze to the pinpoints of light,
Reflecting like shiny crystals off the surfaces
Of each of your dark brown eyes.

In the background, I could hear
A faint chorus of a familiar song,
Which once played while you were near.
Even in my dream, the idea of being near you
Caused my spirit to rise above the pain.

In spite of how my heart ached,
I endured the moment gladly somehow.
I seemed to know that the pain would not last—
As if, at any moment, a joyous cloudburst
Might penetrate the roof and descend upon me.

Each dream world breath began and ended
With some memory of our time together,
Inspiring hope—feeding the pulse of life in my heart.
You abide within me at all times,
But it’s moments like these that make me come alive.

Your gentle breathing was all that was needed
To give voice to the expression on your face;
I whispered under my breath,
“What lives in your heart,
Is always on your mind.”

© May 1997 by JJHIII24