Heralding of Spring

What is it about the hearts stirring -
The temperature of the soul 
That takes on such import 
as spring takes hold of the Earth?

Don't I feel these things all other times?

Aren't the events that stir me now similar to those that stir me year-round? 

Why does now feel different?

I chalk it up to the singularity of the resonance of spring. 

Spring paints all a vibrant hue of rebirth,

And the colors of the emotional palette - 

Of hope, and new life, and warming, and blooming.

This seasonal space in time 

Has a resonance of hope and possibility 

That is singularly unique and traditional -

A herald to beginnings and endings, 

A trumpet call to change.