The calendar says spring.
We are shaking free from the dreary, dark, cold days of a winter’s past.
That means the season of new beginnings is upon us.
The signs are everywhere.
Trees raise their branches happily as they awaken from a deep winter slumber.
Annuals peak out from beneath the earth, searching for a hint of promise.
Children line baseball fields eager to show how their talents have grown.
Hope surrounds us or does it?
The thermometer reads 34 degrees.
Winter has us trapped, refusing to let go.
Holding onto cold, dark memories that are better off forgotten.
Spring is losing the battle today.
However, I remain hopeful.
Tomorrow is a new day.
In my heart of hearts, I know.
Spring will persevere.