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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You trample my roots
instead of watering my garden
and then wonder why
I surround myself with fences
and silence
You look like you smell
of dew and honey –
come give me some of your Spring.
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.
