A few warm days arrive like hoped for but early guests, and the pear trees burst into bloom with studded branches of blossoms, flocked as if with snowy white clouds dropped from the sky. They fragrance the circle here deliciously, sparkle and glow and turn in the sunlight casting glory into my room throughout the day in varying shades of clean and bright and fresh hope.
I love the waving stars and stripes dotting porches here, there. The splash of heathery pink cherry blossom against the white scalloped lattice work of a porch across the way. The feathered green hint of leaves appearing in the trees high above rooftops, lifting heads against azure sky… the rounding buds of dogwood now appearing. All lift me out of blue clouds that seem to want to perch on my spirit and deflate.
Sometimes jewels are hidden in plain sight and we just don’t see until we lean in — gems like the tiny blue-tinted bud vases on the windowsill above, lit from within by snowy reflection.
Hold on, He says. I’m just beginning to paint a new spring. Don’t give up declaring and standing in the Word I put in your mouth. Light…life…healing… All is bright with My Promise that never fails.
© Pam Depoyan