Daffodils and forsythia
echo Cherry’s
claim that Spring has
come. Even though
she’s been wrong twice before this year,
they’ve chosen to
put their gold where
her claim is. Still,
this show of solidarity
is not enough
to stop the snow –
at least for now.
JDG
Close to the ground and pushing through,
those tiny bits
of purple, white,
and blue take their
place among taller plants and trees.
What they lack in
height, they make up
for in number,
weaving their way through grass, edging
past stones, laying
gentle carpets
for Spring’s big dance.
JDG
The willows began weeping green
as the snow flakes
fell, announcing
winter was not
in retreat as those cherry trees
proclaimed. Perhaps
next year they’ll bide
their time. They’ve learned
that cherry trees, though eager, are
not wise as they
rush to spread those
rumors of Spring.
JDG
Sometimes scattered is a good thing –
as in snow flakes,
seeds, and small acts
of kindness. Just
this morning I experienced
two of these three
when, amidst the
gently scattered
snow, I was stuck at a lightless
intersection
and someone paused
and let me in.
JDG
My mind was full of things I had
to do today
when he appeared
and placed his paw
upon my knees, his head beneath
my hand. “Ah, these
humans,” he seemed
to say, “Don’t they
know the day will go better if
they start, not with
an agenda,
but with love.”
JDG
Somewhere under all this anger,
doubt, and fear, a
sweet soul lies – a
soul unclouded
by sadness and remorse – a soul
untouched by harsh
thought, word, or deed
– an unjudging
presence, embracing all, loving
all simply as
it is. May I
begin to dig.
JDG
In one quick swoop, that small blue bird
swept aside all
remaining blues
and opened up
a day begun in gray. “Come soar
with me among
what’s ever green
and linger near
those rain-soaked daffodils standing
in that patch of
snow. Sure, there’s gray,
but there’s much more.”
JDG
Small purple patches suddenly
dot the ground where
yesterday there
were none. Some small
changes signal large shifts, though they
might easily
be missed, as we
hurry along
our way, absorbed by matters much
more grand than the
sight of tiny,
purple flowerings.
JDG
After a season of fitful
sleep, Spring begins
to stir, calling
us to wake up
too and greet each young and tender
bit of green. All
things new need soft
and gentle eyes
to see them into beingness.
Thus the seer
and the seen grow
together new.
JDG
For the second or third time this
year, that cherry
tree has tried to
bloom only to
have its burst of hope dashed by cold’s
sudden return.
Now that it’s joined
by other faith
filled friends, its pink persistence might
chase away the
cold and let full
blossoming unfold.
JDG
