Who is Spring?

Who is Spring? What is her name?

Many words describe her.

Spring is a tease who warms your limbs until you fall asleep in her embrace, 

only to be rudely awakened as she unfurls a chilly wind.

She is a flirt who dresses in brilliant finery. It glows in the sun, and you stop to admire her beauty, 

only to find it diminished by passing clouds.

She is a heartbreaker who entices you with promises of picnics, egg hunts and barefoot strolls, 

only to laugh as you stare out the window at the snow flurries.

She is a seductress who tempts you to dig into the back of last summer’s closet and don your prettiest, barest sundress, 

only to find yourself shivering in an unexpected rainfall – and not a warm one.

She leads us on but is undependable, playing with us, causing us both joy and angst. 

But, oh, how we love her! How we miss her when the calendar turns, and she is no more. Other seasons have their charms, of course. 

Summer, with her patio brunches and softball games under the stars. 

Autumn, with her kaleidoscope of colored trees and the scent of wood burning stoves. 

Winter, with the taste of hot chocolate and her ability to create a whole new, silent world with her pure drifting snow.

But Spring. Well, she is the darling of the seasons.

And when those patio brunches are a distant memory, and the trees once again have bare branches and all the snow is dirty and melting, we long for her once again.

And she will come. 

And one bright, sunny morning, we will stand barefoot in the new grass with the sun on our shoulders and a soft breeze around us, and consider the lilies of the field, and then – and then we will know her name.

Because before the lilies, there was the hard, cold earth. Before the robins, there was the empty nest. Before the blooming cherry trees, there were the plain, bare branches. And before the new light of Spring, there was the cold dark of Winter.

She will come to us and fill our hearts and our souls. And in that moment, we will see, and we will know her name. 

Spring – her name is resurrection.