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Drop The Disguise
Leah Early
Just as I threw my hands up and
Surrendered
To living Winter in the Pacific Northwest
f-o-r-e-v-e-r,
I became aware suddenly
That this year’s tree moss crop
Ranks particularly plump,
Like dollops of bright-green snow caught in bare branches.
I remembered slipping and splashing through puddles,
Walking on surfaces in squishing shoes, and very wet pant legs.
At times the soil’s thirst was so replete,
The ground could not sip another drop of rain.
And yet, in all that grey gloom dressed as Winter,
Skinny daffodil stems (no chance of being “a host” yet)
Stretched toward the warmth of sun rays.
A few brave bulbs nudged out to ask: “Is it time?”
Oh, it is time, you bet!
It is time to drop Winter disguises in multiple shades of grey.
It’s time to grasp a vision of a harvest and
To move bravely toward blooming and bearing fruit.
Spring, please.
Don’t be bashful.
Come!
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4 comments:
Lovely, and inspiring! Thank you, LiDona and Leah!
"...despair transforms into a recognition of an emerging new reality" grabbed my attention. I recall how my very first, immediate response to a phone call informing Pam and me that we had been assigned to work in the inner city of Chicago (i.e, Fifth City) was a combination of "shock and dread." I think it had to do with a feeling that the challenges would be overwhelming and self-doubt about being able to successfully meet them. I can't recall how soon it came but my second response was one of seeing it as an unexpected honor and opportunity to be given such responsibility. Dread was transformed into enthusiasm. Right now I'm in deep despair in anticipation of the November 5th election. Though different, the challenges implied with either result seem overwhelming. It's valuable to remember that previous dark moments have always produced unanticipated possibilities.
I can feel Spring's debut in these clear poetic inages heart offers. Thank you for writing and sharing Leah and LiDona. Judi White
Thank you, Leah and LiDona, for this beautiful poem. It reminds us that what we see now may be a disguise revealing a completely different form and visage at another time. That phenomenon can apply to many different beings both plant and animal.
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