Spring is not subtle with regards to life.
With explosions of blossoms it emphatically reminds.
It bursts with delicate colors.
It pushes through chilled earth.
Spring is not a modest season.
It is soft, and bold, and bright.
It indulges the nose with its perfumed blooms.
And its colors entice our eyes.
Spring does not defer to winter.
Summer it proudly precedes.
It is a season like no other.
Dazzling senses like a dream.
Spring is an emphatic invitation.
Life recalled, restored, renewed.
In spring all things are possible.
And life is the loudest truth.