The Promise of Spring is one of hope and wishes.
This is the time dreams somehow come alive again. Ambitions that seem to have slept through the winter, and nudged awake. In my frenzy to organize and tidy I bumped into volumes of poetry I have written, and journals that were kept when I had so much more to say, than I do now. Have I gone more quiet over the years?
But the Promise of good and better things is there. Within Spring.
Where I will sit and write. Where I will take my camera with me where ever I go, and let the eye capture moments, that are otherwise forever forgotten. Like a thought that will never be uttered or spoken.
Bless you Spring. It is good to see you again...