SPRING

I have just been reading about Spring. Indeed I have posted a few poems about Spring myself. As I have said many times before, I am all for honesty and today I found myself grieving. Spring was always my favourite time of year. I loved it and awaited its coming eagerly. The garden always looked so beautiful in Spring. It seems strange to say that at this, my favourite time of year when all is light and joy, I was plunged into the most terrible darkness as I was told that I had a serious cancer. It was the darkest day of my life. And the upshot of it all is that I can no longer see the Spring. Neither can I get out much to feel and touch it and smell it. I find myself grieving today at the same time as feeling joy that the Spring is almost here. Tears.