Seasons come and seasons go, but the season for becoming and being a Christian never ends. Two days out of the year the day/night is perfectly balanced. I'm in the process of developing an Easter display and will have more to post later. For now, these thoughts will have to do.
Most people think of e.e.cummings giddy poem "in just" when encountering spring again , but I also remember Hopkins "That Nature is Heraclitean Fire" a more philosophical and one which captures some of the darkness and light of spring more perfectly for me. Heraclitus may seem obscure, but his darkness stands in sharp contrast to the Son of God who in changing everything also moved us in a new direction.
For you Downtown Abbey romantics, ponder this by Wilfred Owen or the first stanza of The Wasteland, by T.S. Eliot.