Dear Spring,
I miss your blooms and buds - the tiny tips of crocuses peeking through the earth, yellow, purple and white.
My senses are stimulated - I bathe in your translucent energy of light - I restore balance, replenish my strength and fuel my creativity.
Your tender touch, so gentle and warm unveils my nakedness like a soft blanket lifting from the cold. I can feel your warmth wash over me like a shower of fresh rain as I become new again.
The dance of spring is liquid and enticing like the sea, fluid and ungraspable. I'm drawn to the sweetness of your fruit as it becomes heavy and ripe on the vine.
I drink from your succulent nectar as it flows through me and replenishes my soul.
Each year, I fall madly, deeply and passionately in love with you all over again!
I wait patiently for your return...
Always,
Always,
Gena
