Dogwood croons uncensored springtide refrain,
Glee club of baby greens chimes in with zest…
Yes, songs of fresh start fill earthly domain,
With said renewal sparked at God’s behest.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
For the time being…Mother Nature throws hearts embarked on flights of fancy rapt in springtide nostalgia off balance, by insisting we take a joyride aboard her latest weather rollercoaster. Arctic airs and sweltering, summer-like embraces take turns in muddling the ebb and flow of our emotions.
It’s time to thrust aside any lingering solace of hiémal dreams—to stop hitting that late winter snooze button—and allow tides of the heart to lift living souls into another season of renewal.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
