spring – Crumbs for the Journey

Let There Be Snow

Let the white flakes of beautyDance through the airAnd land on the glassIn patterns of delightComplex patternsArtistically uniqueLet them land on my eyelashesReminding me of sledding Down the hills of childhoodLaughing with delightOblivious to the coldLet me catch them on my tongueTasting joyNurturing lifeLet them coat the winter landscapeOf greys and brownsPainting an imageOf pureContinue reading “Let There Be Snow”

Surprise!

Is it truly less beautifulIn March?The flakes are hurtling through the airCovering the land with fullers whiteEach flake a crystalline work of artReady to sacrifice self as it is joins with othersCreating a snowy comforter atop the land.The spring birdsCluster at the feedersLooking for protectionAnd sustenanceOnly their hunger couldCoerce me out on this blustery morningCladContinue reading “Surprise!”

Hope Springs Once Again!

Oh, how it gladdens my heartTo discover the green shootsBroken through the winter earth!Each year, I am surprisedWhen the snow nearest the foundation of my homeMelts awayAnd reveals, yet againNew Life!The new growth emergesFrom bulbs planted in prior yearsOnce seeming deadNow flourishing with hopeAs they radiate the promise of beauty to come.My heart fluttersLike theContinue reading “Hope Springs Once Again!”

Eggplant

I had read about vermiculite Using it as is To start your seeds “What’s to lose,” I thought. My parsley was not growing In the organic starting mix from the Coast of Maine. The peppers seeds Were still dormant or had they died Beneath the perfect soil? No sweet talk seemed capable Of drawing themContinue reading “Eggplant”

Putting Down My Fork . . . Between Bites

Recently while eating in silence with mostly nuns I became aware that I was rushing I saw myself merely shoveling the food in As I have done for years Always hurrying to the next event. But during that meal In silence I had an awareness of the preciousness Of each moment. I became open toContinue reading “Putting Down My Fork . . . Between Bites”

Celtic Imbolc

Halfway! We made it halfway! The midpoint is here This very day marks The approach way to spring. We have endured winter’s worst The dark tunnel Of cold, grey isolation The frigid air That burns your cheeks And freezes your nose hairs The furnace running and running Dollar signs spinning As the oil tank emptiesContinue reading “Celtic Imbolc”