Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
Not one single tear.
Hour by hour, green is beginning,
the essential season, leaf by leaf,
until, by spring’s name, we are summoned
to take part in its joy.How wonderful, its eternal openness,
clean air, the promise of flower,
the full moon leaving
its calling card in the foliage,
men and women trailing from the beach
with a wet basket of shifting silver.Like love, like a medal,
I welcome it,
I take it all in,
from south, from north, from violins,
from dogs,
lemons, clay,
from newly liberated air,
machines smelling of mystery,
storm-colored shopping,
everything I need:
orange blossoms, string,
grapes like topazes,
the whiff of waves.
I gather it up
endlessly,
effortlessly,
I breathe.I dry my shirt in the wind,
and my opened heart.
The sky falls
and falls.
From my glass,
I drink
pure joy.~ Pablo Neruda
Leave it to Neruda to describe exactly how I feel when spring arrives! Pure joy. Yes. When I was young I had a teacher who said that our blood thinned out in the spring. That was her way of explaining spring fever. I do know that I feel different in the spring, and I want to take it all in.
I took the photo above one spring several years ago. I love to go exploring and see what gifts are awaiting me.
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