Spring is such sweet sorrow. For years April and May have made me feel both joyous and melancholy. The long-awaited changes of this season of rebirth happen so quickly and then are finished, yielding to the warm, humid monotony of summer. Life seems to be moving too fast and is passing me by.
The jewelweed, the elm, and the Canada Warbler are precious beings that have dwelt deep inside of me since childhood, returning to befriend me now and again.
The springtime of their lives has passed so very quickly.