A Day Of Flowers

I drove aimlessly around for hours this gray and dismal Valentines Day.

With my spirits hanging as low as the clouds above I soon spied a tuft or two of bright yellow in a distant field and I could hear so clearly my departed Leah say.

“Look DA, its daffy-dills…oh pretty, pretty…spring is on its way.”

In days gone by; in the many years of what was a truly wonderful past.

I would have pulled over the car and got out to clip Leah a sprig or two.

Yet today I just stopped and looked from afar at the gray backdrop and yellow hue.

Ten minutes went, maybe twenty, for I don’t truly know, I just sat in remembrance.

I stared at the beauty of the yellow “Daffy-Dills” and thought about life and chance.

These thoughts I pen tonight, I pen not in the sadness that has for so long consumed my mind.

Yet they are penned now in some sort of happy / sad recollection of another day in time.

Should not this heart of mine ponder the fondness, not sadness of once upon a time?

Perchance should I see the sun rise yet still another day and in happy recollection hear my Leah once again so sweetly say…

”Good morning world and I thank you Lord God for this day”?

So where do I stand now in this journey of what once was and what the unknown future brings?

Many are the things to consider as I step out in uncertain faith to build new dreams.

I say uncertain for it has been so long since I have made any journey alone.

Once again the rain began to fall and I eased my car back into the road and headed home.

I drove two more miles, another side road, another country roads winding way.

I then say a bush we call a “breath of spring” and once again I heard my Leah say…

 Oh Look Da….its a breath of spring….isn’t God good In every way”?

This time I did not stop as I would have done so many times in the past.

For I realized if not but for just this day sweet memories are meant to last

J. Allen Wilson © 2/14/2009