A child will stamp her feet on the carpet and throw a tantrum because she does not want to stop playing, then maybe brood for hours as you try to cajole her. I remember many days raising small children, having my patience tried, maneuvering around for remedies on how to deal with this without losing my own temper.
Winter kicks up her heels in an effort to extend her time. Throwing her last flurries around, tightening her hold even as sunlight bears down hard, she refuses to soften and make way for Spring. Ignoring the calendar and time, will she never learn that the time of her chaotic indulgences are preparation for Spring’s rejuvenations?
Buried deep under the expressions of utter fearlessness, seeds of beauty may be waiting to sprout.
Let go, Oh winter!
Strength lies in the next season
Break this endless trend