The Lilies

November 1st, 2019

When will the lilies be in bloom? The chill of winter has been thrust upon me and I await the warm caress of spring. The only thought that helps me endure this bitter cold of isolation is the fact that it has been self imposed. I was scorching in the visceral heat of summer for far too long and I craved the cold solitude. Now that I rest, I am thankful for this chill, but I eagerly await a subtle warm breeze caressing my face. This cold is not new to me, so it stings far less than in my childhood. Again, its self-infliction also eases this bitter sting. I welcome it and all the adversity it provides. I am thankful for this winter that now engulfes me, because it has given me shelter. Like a cocoon that protects a caterpillar, the snow of my own invention has created a chrysalis of introspection and self discovery that will be the basis for my metamorphosis. I welcome this snow and will remain comforted in its transformative properties. But oh how I long for spring! For the bursting out of my ephemeral hibernation and seeing what pattern and shape my new wings hold. I am aware that my winter is finite and temporary. I am aware that my spring is soon to come. Yet I can't help but wonder; when will the lilies be in bloom?