Wednesday 9 May 2012

Spring and I


I thought that Spring and I were at odds this year. 

No matched moods of excitement, birth, growth.
No unfurling of tender sprigs or sprouts reaching to the sun.

 Instead
 restlessness, anger, uncertainty, selfishness, unnerving unsteadiness.

But I forgot.
  I forgot how fierce the winds are in spring, their energy necessary for spreading seeds and cleaning debris. 

I forgot.
 I forgot the moodiness, the flush of sun burnt skin 
soothed by the sweetest smelling rain
slapped by the heavy snows
One day. 

I forgot.
  I forgot how long a seed buried deep into the soil takes to make its way up to greet life.


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