Door to Spring

Nature is full of genius, full of divinity, so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Henry David Thoreau


As the year passes, we look for doors. We watch for each season to change to the next; for each door to swing open and the new and fresh to come. Late winter finds us most anxious for spring––for new leaves and blooming flowers, for color, for green grass, and new life ahead. It is the season of renewal.


Spring’s Bright Door

By Elece Hollis


I won’t deny the wonder

Fresh white snowfall brings.

Everyone, of course, admits

To loving cozy things.


The fireside, an afaghan, a book,

Hot cocoa, bread.

Warms the soul, cures the head,

Like extra quilts laid on the bed.


But spring, O Spring, come now

Do open up your door!

We’re ready for your sunshine

For daffodils and more.




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Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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