Winter’s on the Wing, Spring is born…and

David and Melanie will be here to see it!

I’m so excited about my boy Davey and and his Melanie coming home to Pennsylvania. When they
moved to Colorado, I was nothing but happy for their big adventure, thrilled to visit them and see the grand Rocky Mountains under an amazing blue sky, yet… nagging fear lingered. That, thanks to a friend who said, “Oh no, you don’t want your kids to go to Colorado. They don’t come back from there.” Turns out we had mutual friends whose children did indeed go to Colorado and seem to have no intention of returning to PA.

Don’t we all want our kids to follow their hearts and the call on their lives? Yes, of course, and I’d be happy for mine to be exactly where they felt they should be. If it happens to be somewhere nearby, as is the case… Yippee!

Melanie is here already, Dave will be on his way soon! David and his black lab, Parker, intend to leave cold snowy Denver behind and arrive early next week. Just in time, our Pennsylvania countryside is greening up, dotted with richly colored crocus and daffodils ready to pop. Winter’s on the Wing… just in time to say welcome home!

Winter’s on the wing,
Here’s a fine spring morn’
Comin’ clear through the night,
Come the day I say.
Winter’s taken flight
Sweepin’ dark cold air
Out to sea, Spring is born,
Comes the day say I,

And you’ll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

And now the sun is climbin’ high,
Rising fast on fire,
Glaring down through the gloom,
Gone the gray, I say.
The sun it spells the doom
Of the winter’s reign,
Ice and chill must retire
Comes the May say I,

And you’ll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

I say, be gone, ye howling gales,
Be off, ye frosty morns!
All ye solid streams begin to thaw.
Melt, ye waterfalls,
Part ye frozen winter walls.
See, see now it’s starting.

And now the mist is liftin’ high,
Leavin’ bright blue air
Rollin’ clean ‘cross the moor
Comes the day I say.
The storm’ll soon be by
Leaving clear blue sky,
Soon the sun will shine,
Comes the day, say I.

And you’ll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

 

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