The Bookish Kind: A Sigh For Spring

Sunday, February 21, 2010

A Sigh For Spring

Spring - she is coming...I can sense it, see it, feel it. She is just around the corner, peeking her head around the bend. She is shy, and not yet ready to be fully introduced, still I glance and my eyes don't waver.
I court her however I can - by nodding to the buds that are starting to appear in the treetops, by watching the air for the flutter of robin wings, that heartiest of spring birds who appear so quietly out of nowhere that you almost miss their arrival.
I court her by noticing the muddy ground that will no more embrace the heavy snowflakes of January, but lets them melt away into nothing, and all that remains is the soggy, russet earth.
Let her come as she pleases, in her way - the soft, graceful manner of her approach, for I will be ready when she comes calling, I will meet her at the door, invite her in to stay awhile, and give a sigh of relief and delight at her arrival.

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Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth