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Spring! It's almost here. Spring is always welcome after the long nights and drawing inward of winter. Now is the time to stretch our wings and welcome the returning warmth and light of the sun as it makes its way northward again. I can see it's progress by the changing shadows thrown by the trees across the lawn slowly emerging from beneath the sheltering drifts of snow.
Spring is a time of new beginnings and renewal, but as I have grown older and hopefully wiser, I have found it is also a time of letting go of the old and welcoming in the new. So, Spring in its own way, is also an ending, a wrapping up things that are no longer beneficial and removing them from my life.
Having deposited the unwanted baggage, both physical and emotional, where it belongs. It is now time to dance in the dappled sunlight, laugh at the gophers and smile at their cute little sentinels who whistle sharply at me should I dare invade what they consider 'their' territory. Time to seek out the first nubs of rhubarb, ruby red in the dark wet soil seeking the sun, the first prairie crocus, the greening of the withered grasses.
Birds are reappearing, I wait each Spring for the return of the hawks who will hover just over my head and somehow it seems we have a conversation without words. And the wind that holds their wings, ever present in Alberta, sweeps back the clouds in a wide Chinook Arch that embraces the western skies.
Welcome Spring, the Equinox, Alban Eiler, Easter.
April
Earth
I
saw the Earth breathe today
A
pale pearl vapour rising from the plowed field
She
exhaled as the east wind billowed
Her
flowing breath across the raw mud
Shimmering
in the April afternoon sun
Her
breath shed diamonds as it hung
Above
the snowy prairie
The
Earth’s cold wintry breath
Mating
with the warm spring sun
Birthing
the moist mist dancing
In
the strength of the moving air
The
Raven’s shadow flashes across the snow
As
he flies over head borne on April’s breath
What lovely pictures. Looking forward to spring. Keep writing
ReplyDeletethanks Janet!
DeleteBeautiful imagery. I want to dance in the air like the raven.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vijaya, the Ravens always speak when they circle overhead, there are quite a few who live near me.
ReplyDeleteWow. Your poem spoke volumes. Beautiful - I could see your images in the playground of my mind. Thanks for sharing, Nancy.
ReplyDeleteThanks! That poem is one of my favs, wrote it walking the dogs one day, it was like magic, the words just came
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