Sun bursts through the backyard;
welcomed back like a long-lost friend.
Pinks, violets, yellows, greens;
fill up what was once only grey.
Who can resist reveling in sun-drenched days?
The earth itself comes–all at once–to life.
Mark this, O soul, prone to doubt!
Remember today, the brilliance of blue skies!
Write indelibly the story of renewal!
Spring, you speak unfailingly of the divine.
Casey Hobbs 