Today I sat on our porch swing and read a book

I stopped and looked up as I often do

And watched a squirrel ran across the yard

I looked around for memories to keep my mind afresh

I saw green grass, blooming flowers

I saw spring and a fresh season

A season to grow

To grow physically, mentally, spriritually

A season to let the heart

Sing, shout, praise

Two days ago

It was bitter and cold

cloudy, stormy, rainy

I watched and yearned for that beutiful spring

The spring which has shown himself only in glimpses

Glimpses I loved

It was if spring was teasing me

saying I'm here

then leaving again

leaving the cold wind to whistle around me instead

As I listened to the birds voices carrying across the lawn

I hoped spring was here to stay

I looked down at my book and thanked the Lord

Thanked him for His amazing artwork