It’s spring and my soul is rejuvenated . . . restored . . . renewed.
I’m home again where I’m welcomed by loved ones;
our lives touch closely and our hugs are in person.
My roots are grounded, planted in familiar soil;
a sense of belonging encircles my being.

It’s spring and my heart is uplifted.
Newborn leaves emerge from winter blankets;
daffodils raise their heads to the warming sun;
birds sing their joyous mating songs and gentle rains nourish the earth prompting the rebirth of life.
I’m home again where the wonders of the lake’s water humble and inspire me.

It’s summer and my spirits float like the sweet aromas in the evening air.
Long daylight hours welcome time spent outdoors;
Glorious music sung and listened to nourish my creativity and provide enrichment;
Flowers lovingly nurtured show their splendor;
Nature’s bounty is displayed on hills and roadsides;
Sunsets paint the evening skies in brilliant pink and dance on lake waters;
Being with loved ones warms my heart and fuels my appreciation that our paths have crossed.

It’s fall and momentary glimpses of the spent summer creep into my awareness . . .
My heart begins to sense the weight of winter’s iciness as it breathes quietly around the corner;
Nature’s display is at its height of glory—a gallant fanfare before its final bow.

I feel the warmth of bonds with friends slowly slipping and prepare my psyche for the sad time when I must wish loved ones “safe travels,”
“be of good health and good cheer” . . . until we meet again . . .
With faith that I will be home again when . . .
It’s spring and my soul is rejuvenated . . . restored . . . renewed.