Autumn is my favourite season but there is something so joyful and hopeful about Springtime; a message now more needed than ever.
Sunlight dazzles and sparkles sending fingers of warmth to stroke my face and arms.
Air ripples with the joyous tumbling notes of bird song.
Summer faintly humming in the near distance.
Earth’s whispers on April breezes,
This colourful exuberant birthing of new life.
With the wild abandon of a Bollywood heroine.
I take my cue.
For her reminder, that life is a journey
A series of deaths and rebirths
She turns through the seasons, year on year, she whispers ‘all is well’