A New Season is Coming

On this day in late February, the air is cold, but the sun is shining and the birds sing. Winter's edge is slipping, pulling away from the land.

I walked in my garden and saw old things passing.

I saw new things growing.

And I saw colors emerging to push the drab away.

And beautiful flowers already blooming. The hellebores, heralds of spring, are here.

Winter is going and a new season is coming. And if you are in a place where the world is yet frozen, I hope the heralds of your spring will be coming soon to you.

Deborah