Good morning ladies and gents. I don’t know where you are living these days, but Spring is making a coy arrival here (followed, of course, by a snow storm forecasted for the weekend).
But, as I am working towards living in the present moment, here are some thoughts on this hopeful, anticipated season. Enjoy and share!
The Quiet Fury
The silent rustle of Spring
Comes renewed in partial glances
A robin’s canter, coy flash of red breast,
Among the tender buds,
Tucked tight arrow tips.
Fearful, of irrational snow
And wind still chilled by winter’s breath.
The sun creeps round the curtain, lessens her stage fright
Staying for longer moments on horizon’s stage.
Life stirs below ground, within dark chocolate soil
And harbingers of decay make their case like tender pink accordions.
Where last have you slowed the pace of expectancy
To stare in wonder at the world?
When last did you marvel,
Dissect and rescue
The gentle, beautiful
That when in Spring do rise to the occasion
In bursts of sound and furies of color.