Exploring Happiness #25- February Poem by June Stepansky

Near where I live,
on both sides of the street
as far as I can see,
a line of trees is planted.
All through the year
bent, nondescript
with dry and listless leaves
they wait
until the month of February
when they explode
with massive white bouquets
and sing a joyous heralding
of spring!

Even on the darkest days there are
signs and symbols which forecast brighter times ahead. Crocuses and tulips push up through the snow. Flowering trees bloom in the middle of winter, lifting spirits.

These many signs of renewal can give us courage that even the most difficult periods in our lives can respond to healing, and help us to look forward again with hope.


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My hopes are not always realized,
but I always hope.
Ovid

Hope is itself a species of happiness,
and perhaps the chief happiness
which this life affords.
Samuel Johnson