March 1 2014
This morning from my second story bedroom window, I rediscover love.
Suddenly the ranks of tree limbs stretching back into the woods
Are swathed in pink and purple budding leaves
And the world has sprung to life as a swarm of traveling blackbirds
Streak across the window in a blur
And tree limbs hatch them — sudden inky feathered apparitions launching and then airborne everywhere.
Yesterday the brown and wintry woods were resting, still.
Today the goddess Spring is all around me.
Her arrival can no longer be in doubt.
Mother Earth is stirring into vibrant Life,
Blessing all within her nurturing embrace.
Within the matrix of so many anguished warnings about the demise of species, upheavals in our climate, irreversible damage to our air and water, the return of Spring is strangely reassuring. The earth is still our mother, our home. Her beneficent round of seasons is still working, with its promise of fertility after rest. I rejoice when I awake and look outside my window, realizing that in one night winter has departed and spring has burst forth visibly. How amazing! I feel deeply grateful both for my second story windows situated among the branches of many trees and for the gift of living in a place where the seasons mark their stately tempo in our lives.