‘Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter, till at least the seventh of May.’
Anthony Trollope 1815 -1882
So only seven days to go then.
‘Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter, till at least the seventh of May.’
Anthony Trollope 1815 -1882
So only seven days to go then.
Let’s celebrate this season
It’s springtime at last
So far, we’ve had heat waves
And cold winter blasts
A spiritual awakening
A time for hope
A moment for faith
An era for growth
While we may not have sun
That’s warm enough to burn
The cycle of life
Has finally returned
There’s a bitter side to spring
Many people get depressed
Overwhelmed by expectations
To be their very best
Spring is when many
Mental battles are fought
And not just at Christmas
As is commonly thought
For some, spring is often
When morale takes a dive
It is also when people
Take their own lives
Outside is now thriving
But inside not so
The heart may be frozen
And cold just like snow
When I was summer
I resisted spring
But now I’m in Autumn
It’s a wonderful thing
I hope that they see
Through the dark and the grey
A light shining through
To a brighter day
I pray that all
Of the shadows are chased
For those who can’t smile
When the sun strokes their face.
-Sue Young
‘Like nature, like life, the storm will pass. The night will end. Spring will come.’