I was lying in bed this morning, waking up and looking out our window. And I rejoiced that colour was returning to our world. Not so long ago we woke to shades of white and grey. And many in our country are experiencing another blast of winter, even though we are more than half-way through April.
Our view includes a large deciduous tree… and I love watching the changing seasons through the life of this tree. Right now the branches are still mostly bare, reaching up and looking for warmth… much like me!
This time of year the robin comes and perches on her highest branches, and greets us each day with a good-morning song. It is one of the brightest moments of my day!
These words came to me this morning as I held this picture in my view, my ears filled with morning-song of this favourite bird:
What would our world be
without colour?
The robin sang to us this morning,
a tiny patch of red
on an almost bare tree.
Tiny buds show promise
but tremble in the harsh winds of spring.
Spring does not always come easy
….. but it comes.
Brave shoots are everywhere
and my bright forsythia has burst
into a sunshiny glow of yellow
which causes me to smile.
Hope is like a bit of colour
in a bleak world.
Sometimes we have to hunt for it
like treasure
but it is always there.
For those who wait.
For those who seek.
