Revelry and Glory Renewed

How perfectly glorious to fling aside the burdensome garments and metaphorical chains of hibernation and emerge these first few halcyon days of spring! The glory seems, at first, to have a tenuous hold....winter does not release her prisoners easily in these northern climes. Still, some vibrant and subtle sheen of life inscribes its spell upon the scrolls of time yet again. The earth rises from slumber and shakes off her burdens, like loosing the dust and grime from some tome still fresh and new in its infinite wisdom. The air sings of delight and of wonder, and within the auroral glance of the sun is the promise of bounteous golden harvest to come.

But despite pledge of the intangible brilliance of a future summer, there is some mysterious charm in the gossamer dawn of spring not to be echoed elsewhere upon fairer shores. Perhaps it is the magic and awe one feels bearing witness to a most substantial display of renewal and regeneration. These concepts so vital to humanity can seem lost and distant in the bitter slumber of winter. How easy to lose sight of all the slendour lying dormant when faced with a bleak and unsavory shell! To behold the realization of the blossoming spirit and energy of life restores hope when perhaps mothing else would. I feel my very soul washed in an aerial bath of light and love.

The seaons and cycles of creation envigorate and reawaken. They chastise firmly, and lead with a gentle tender hand. There is so much to learn from the humblest of things I sometimes despair of ever reaching the Apline heights and drinking deep of the pierian well. But in such times, it is never long before I am cleansed of doubt, and peceive once more that merit is elusive and subtle. "The true lessons of life are not learned in school alone, life teaches them everywhere", and when I can learn as much from a newly budded leaf as from a volume of learned lore, then perhaps I shall consider myself truly wise.