Last year's dried and stiff worms will be removed from the hooks that have been their home since last trip. I'll clean out the dirt, the crumbs and the loose change from the box. As I clean each piece, I imagine the trophy bass that I will catch. But the truth about the lure is that it will catch more tree limbs than anything else in the coming season. But it's not the probable end result that is important, it's the promise of things that can be.
Spring is also a time of finding new love, which often leads to a new beginning.
The promise of a new beginning is there. The poet buried deep inside me, rises higher with each new season. Remember, whatever you are plannig for the coming spring season, it is a time to start over. As the temperatures rise and the semester begins to wind down, look to the future, either near or immediate. Whether it involves a trip to Florida for Spring Break or a poem that will be written for that special someone, look forward to the good and bask in the promise.