Prolix

The days of gray skies and bitter winds are starting to come to an end. The warmth from the sun is lifting us all up into a fervor and zest for our own existance, making us don the traditional trappings of comfort. Spring time has finally announced itself in the most grandest of ceremonies and in the most simplest of avenues.

Marvel and wonder fill my spirit as I am able to leave the breezes and drafts flow through the opened portals of my dwelling. The olfactory senses are alleviated of the dank and stale odors of stillness and occupancy. No grand majesty of nature is as pleasing as the cool breeze of a New Jersey meadow land spring.

How I have pined for the return of the cherry blossom and the dogwood flower! O, how I have prayed for the slimy grit of the municipal snow clearance to be stricken from sight during a cleansing spring rain! The silent missives of prayer have finally been acknowledged and bestowed onto a grateful congregation.

The sweet music of the birdsong has returned to mine lonesome ear. All manner of beast have returned from their slumber to fill the air with the sounds of grateful existence. The most feeble of creature feels the awesome power of the season.

May Spring be praised in Mother Natures most grandest cathedral! May the Spring be exhaulted and kept most holy! May the Spring be held in our hearts all throughout our years! For Spring loves us as we love Her.