spring & rebirth

outside the window

branches once bare are

full of foliage

and I don’t advertise it but

I love trees so much because

I know what it’s like

to feel dead for so long

and then suddenly be brimming with life-

Spring has a whole new meaning now

and the fresh budding that surrounds me

seems like a miraculous rebirth

that will never again

feel mundane.

 

sunshine prayer

sweet sunshine

seep through my skin and settle

deep down into my heart

fill it with the hope of Spring and the promise

of budding trees and blossoming flowers

remind it that everything has a cycle

a beginning and an end

and that rebirth always follows death

again and again and again

teach it to be strong and unwavering

just like you are-

 

darkness may come

but it always bows down

to the light.

snow on the first day of Spring

It’s the first day of Spring.

I press my nose against the cold glass of the door that leads out into the balcony and stare out into the snow- it’s been an hour or so since it started falling and already tree branches support the weight of Winter as rooftops dress themselves in white.

None of life is the way it should be right now.

I wonder for how much longer will I have to stand here, gazing upon the outside world with a foreign sense of hope that arrived suddenly from I don’t know where. I wonder for how much longer I’ll try and hold on to old ways of living and the need to produce something beautiful and worthwhile out of the silence that envelops the entire planet right now.

Is it Winter or is it Spring?

Sometimes life is just as uncertain as the weather.

A day in the Fall

clouds float by and dissipate

one into the other

almost bare branches

hold on to dead leaves

as if they have forgotten

the promise of Spring

change is necessary

I want to remind them

to reach out and shake off all those leaves

and watch them fall to the ground,

one by one kissing their final resting place

 

but I’m not Father Time

and it’s beyond my power to force transformation

on trees and people and my heart

if all are not ready yet

 

So I sit and watch clouds dissipate

one into the other

leaving a faint trace of themselves behind

before taking on a new shape and

embarking on a new path.

 

 

hope

I know some days you feel like heavy snow on the first day of Spring. when you come down, you come down hard. but be what you are. who you need to be. soon the sun will shine and chase your storms away.

(as it always does)

don’t let them tell you how to feel. the ground is still underneath their feet. how could they possibly understand

what          you         need.

Mother Earth

Like the sun on my bare skin

on the first day of Spring

And the perfect piano solo and smooth vocals

in my favorite jazz song

I undress my soul for you

For your skies and blooming earth

I hear your song traveling on a falling leaf

And close my eyes so the sunshine can burn bright

Right through my heart

Finally, I understand

All the beauty of you

And I’m in love with all of it,

All of you,

Mother Earth.