Winter negotiates spring,
its last watered drops, ice tears
nourish that which will be,
release of what no longer serves.After snow, graupel,
downpour of rain, I see your
green blush arms reach
to azure sky. I await, I inscribe your
nod to a new found spring.
Awww. It’s spring, at least in part. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo begins tomorrow.
I welcome this as much as longer days and quick melting snow and birdsong.
Won’t you join me?
I feel that pull again
simplify
stop gathering
breathe
restYou see I’ve worked my time
I’ve played the games
I wanted to be noticed
Seen, acknowledged
Let people know I know what I’m doing
Manipulate my life into what I think I want
Control the outcome, control everythingWhen that ends
there is peace
a quiet to hear
frogs, yes, frogs
I’ve never heard beforeWhen that other stuff ends
I reside in what has been given
Wet sidewalks after spring rain
Running brook that last week was dry
Mother Tree, always
Ravens who now come when I am present
Deer scat in the middle of suburbia
A moon so bright it wakes me up
Snow so deep with sideway winds
our aspen takes its last bow
Squirrels to taunt my BeanAnd yet I continue to gather
stuff, new now
paint brushes, canvas
ads for collage
containers, easels
stones and bells and candles
and statues and rattles and drums
and crystals and scarves and
journals and meetings
and Zoom calls
all blessings, yes
yes
yesBut..
My space gets smaller
inside and out
tighter, less room to breatheI’ve worked my time.
There is freedom calling
Freedom that asks just to sit
Not mediate
Not journal
Not journey
Not chant
Not sing
Not prayJust sit
Listen
Be gratefulI’ve worked my time
It’s time
I found myself in that place again
that place I thought I left behind
released
cracked the container wide open
to watch contents drain
into the gutter flow
into the sewer wash
into the oceanHere I am again but
I know better nowI am at cause
my feet on Earth
next to tree
I create that which
servesIn wonder I pick up
a twig somehow
knowing this piece of skeleton
broken
dry
dismembered from its whole
is still at causeEnergy is neither created nor destroyed
It just changes formInto compost,
Little Twig,
transform into
nourishment for
Little Seed
roots and stem
buds and leaves
from what seems
nothingI am at cause
I create
To Create... 