Sunday, March 7, 2021

Two Small Poems for the Season

Baby Spring


Here,
the girls call
this time of year
Baby Spring,
and it is the case
that baby leaves
have sprouted
on the young pomegranate 
and the Japanese maple.

The sun has returned
to the back deck
after its three months
of yearly absence.
Pink magnolias swell
on the tree two yards over,
while white and pink blossoms
decorate the plum trees
two houses down 
the other way.

Sitting 
in this light,
in this time,
with birds chirping
from here to there
and back, 
how could a woman not
appreciate this very day,
this very time?

The ginger plants
are dancing.
Come! the wind says.
Breathe in the fragrance
of the early blossoms
on the vine below.
Let the sun
do you good.
The green world
is offering itself
for soul healing.





Sky Seeing

The day's sky
becomes
a touchstone.
The birds, clouds,
sunrises, sunsets
summon attention,
directing mind
upwards and out.

The night's sky -
Big Dipper and Orion
(visible now in early Spring) -
evoke the Great Mystery.
Welcome,
lifted spirits
and a settled heart.



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