Spring Is Sprung

Spring is sprungthe grass is risI wonder where the birdies isWhen I was a wee little slip of a witch, this is the rhyme my mama would say every first day of Spring. Still it pops into my head this day every year as I seek out the blossoms and the birds and the sunshine to remind myself that our dark nights and cold days always give way to a new beginning.Post modern technocrats seem patently unwilling to admit to cycles greater than their digital displays or their buttons but it remains an unassailable fact of Life.We are seeded and bornWe grow and matureWe peakWe bow and witherWe die and we rotWe are rebornThis is true of trees and flowers, of birds and animals, of stars and the moon, of women and men, of businesses and movements and peoples alike.If you are walking through death valley today, know there is a blossoming on your horizon. If you are tipping off a frenzied peak, know there is rest coming your way. Each are weaved into the foundation of the other, as the eternal waltz of life keeps swinging and dipping and swirling us around. The most important part is to remain on the floor, taking your place in the shimmering dance.What was scatteredgathersWhat was gatheredblows away~ HeraclitusDedicated to Dave, I wish you could have stayed.© Kerrie Basha, 2017