The first day of April – glorious. A sky as blue as it ever gets, hardly a cloud to be seen. Dogwoods and redbuds, bare just days ago, flowering profusely. On the breeze, the scent of blossoms, almost like perfume – winter daphne, I think.
All marking the end of desolation. Nature composes a theme of renewal with color, fragrance, amber light and birdsong.
At the close of the day, I celebrate its beauty. I celebrate the inherent message of hope with the arrival of another spring. Even the news carries a rare inspirational story about a man opening his front door to find his dog, missing for four years, back home on the porch. He sat down and the dog put her head in his lap – what an emotional celebration that must have been.
Today is also the first day of National Poetry month. I have recently discovered a lost booklet of poems that I wrote as a teenager. All things considered, this particular poem struck me as one appropriately celebratory – winter is over, spring has returned; a lost dog has returned home; my lost poems are found.
I wrote it when I was sixteen. Back then, I called it “Yesterdays.”
Yesterdays are gone
Leaving nothing but memories behind
And, if meant to be, a chance for tomorrow.
So weep no more
For what once was,
For it may be