Always The Spring

Life has its seasons -- its bright summer days,

Its autumns made poignant with memories' haze,

Its cold, lonely winters when bitter winds blow --

But always the crocus of Hope in the snow.

Always the day when the morning breaks through

And clouds break away to a skyful of blue.

Life has its seasons -- its sun and its rain,

Its winter -- but always the springtime again.

-- ALWAYS THE SPRING, Moments of Awareness, Helen Lowrie Marshall