In Praise of the Master Artist

A celebration of Springtime

Spring is nature’s way of saying,
“Death gives way to life.”
The dark and cold of winter’s grave
gives in to warmth and light.

What once was lifeless, bare and brown
erupts in pink and red.
The yellows of those bulb-born blooms
announce new birth instead.

Yes, spring invites us to resist
the pull of past regrets.
There’s glory in a crocus choir.
What’s past we can forget.

“Unwrap the gift of new beginnings!”
Spring shouts loud and clear.
“Use your senses. Praise your Maker!
The Master Artist’s here.”