Topic: Spring

Dora Lynch

Date: 2008-04-26 23:52 EST
Spring

Dora Lynch stood in the middle of a field, up to her ankles in wild flowers; pinks and yellow violets; Quaker ladies with bright blue flowers bobbing in the light breeze and crocus about her feet.

"This is what the world be maked for! To be grand and new, under the sweet blue sky." Dora twirled, her arms both out at shoulder level as she reveled in the beauty of the day.

"I be clean and clear! The year seasons begin here and I begin, as well. I am renewed!" Clean clothing, bathed and tidy, Dorie rejoiced in the power of the wonder of the season.

She walked about, barefoot in the lovely floral carpet of that field as if it were luxury.

"All I done in life, all I never did...if there be reward at life's end. Please." She looked up, thankful and grateful, to the sky. "Please give me one more spring."

With that, Widow Lynch began a slow walk back to the town, taking her with her not a picked bouquet or a basket of flowers, but the memory of their beauty and the aroma of that field. She was in love. Not just with this season, but with life itself.