Spring Triptych

I first wrote this eleven years ago, about this time of year…

Spring Triptych


Such a hard thing
(frightening, sad)
is turning off
the hot water
in the shower
    in the morning
        in Winter.

Spring is an unexpected snow storm,
a misty cold morning rush hour
halted by a procession of geese.

Against the window I survey
a shelf of cups and trays filled
with a moist, speckled brown
and see (imagine, hope?)
minute flecks of green
thrusting upward
through dense dirt;
yearning for sun
like sad spirits raised
from dead depression;
pushing on ‘gainst hope and reason
toward a future brighter.

Tell me, what creates the sprout—
who stoops so low as
to inspire, point out
what to do and where to go?
what voice calls, “Now! Rise!”

A child, a witness to Spring,
I’m humbled to the roots:
once again struck dumb with awe
by this miracle predictable and common;
moved to ecstatic, frightful worship
of the seed.



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2 responses to “Spring Triptych

  1. kimmosley


    May we use this post/photo for our next issue which deals with the theme of Spring. I’m not sure if I asked you in March.



  2. I can’t remember either, Kim, but you’re more than welcome to use this. Thanks for asking, and take care: I miss seeing you on a regular basis.

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