Tag Archives: Spring

Beginnings

picture by Marty
Spring has announced its presence,
birds are pecking pungent soil,
sniffing air – content the remain
until the changing tides of autumn’s
gusty, chill bidden breezes.
Flowers are poking their heads
through moist, fragrant earth,
beginning to make their presence known,
butterflies begin unravelling cocoons.

All this is to let you know
the time has come
to vacate those dark corners
and seek light breezes
and cozy, sunny places
in the glistening morn.

For gloomy thoughts
and reluctant bodies have no place
in the glorious melodies of Spring.
So cast off those Winter chains
and break those bonds . . .
become as free as the winds.

A happy mind makes a happy worker
be she drone or queen.
And content people are more apt
to be productive, accepting of their lot
and enthusiastic regarding
their performance.

This is a general service announcement
for the disheartened, disgruntled,
disillusioned, discombobulated,
and thoroughly disheveled
Winter rung philistines.

Spring’s emotions

It’s one of those bitter Spring days. One of rain and a chill that seeps into your marrow. The leaves are unfurling, flowers are everywhere, but I’m not about to go appreciate them. This is an essential rite of passage (April showers bring . . . ) and our water tables need every drop, but I’d like to go out and play and doing so with an umbrella just doesn’t cut it. I vaguely remember a time when I enjoyed the rain but the key word is vaguely. Times have changed.

With Fibromyalgia and Arthritis, my body is screaming out in pain. It is a sorry state to be in and so many of us have it. The weather hurls its dispensations down on you. You are at the mercy of your body. When I go out, I watch people walking in the rain, umbrella-less, as if they hadn’t a care in the world. My nose glued to the windows, taking in the bounty of Spring through the drops sliding down the windows. Poor, pitiful me.

It’s Spring! I can see the beauty of the world resurrecting itself. Be grateful we still have the cycle of seasons even if they aren’t as in the past. The flowers are magnificently vibrant this year. They sparkle in vivid hues I don’t remember seeing so strongly in some time. I moan and groan in disrespect for God’s creation. I’m inside, my cat lying next to me, having the time to write and read for a change. I have every reason to be grateful and have I mentioned . . . It’s Spring!

General Service Message

Spring is just around the corner,
the birds are peeking about,
sniffing the air – intent to remain
until autumn’s gusty breezes.
Flowers are poking their heads
through moist, pungent earth
beginning to make their presence known
and butterflies are beginning
to unravel their cocoons.

All this is to let you know
that the time has come
to vacate those dark corners
and seek the light breezes
and warm, sunny places
of the glistening morn.

For gloomy thoughts and
reluctant bodies have no place
in the glorious melodies of Spring.
So cast off those winter chains
and break those bonds. . .
become as free as the winds.

A happy mind, makes a happy worker –
be she drone or queen.
And happy people are far more apt
to be productive, content
with their lot, and enthusiastic
regarding their performance.

This is a general service message
for the disheartened, disgruntled,
dismayed, disillusioned, discombobulated
and thoroughly disheveled
peoples of the planet.

Image courtesy of Marty Dugan

Emergence

The plants knew it first                                            
suddenly wanting more water
shoots thrusting out
fast and faster
some an inch or two a day
all stretching toward
the single set of windows
in my apartment called home.

The weather thought about it
a little more . . .
just a few days
mulling it over
asking itself if it really
wanted to exert the energy
to make plants grow
and goats give birth
and people to stop for no reason at all
turning their faces to the sky,
bemused expressions on their faces.

The wild geese had been returning
for the past few weeks
carrying hope
on their wingtips,
but few had time to believe their cries.

Its the day when people
bring out the outdoor cushions
maybe a bit premature
but wishful nonetheless

Soon the sand scrapers will be
brushing the roadways
screeching and thudding their way
down pothole pavement
as trucks come out with steaming vats
full of tar to fill the worst
of the worst.

My restless legs must take a walk
looking sharply for the crocus’
first peek through the ground,
two birds hastening o build their nest,
ferns unfurling
and wait for the wild leeks
to show their two bunny ear leaves.

Its time to re-establish
life is worth living
and I was meant
to be a part of it.

Picture by Marty Dugan

Joy’s Revisions

Tears come of their own accord
catching me by surprise.
The Dam is cracking –
leaks ebb and flow
of their own accord
for days . . .

But they are the stirrings
of a new spring –
rejuvenating, cleansing,
purifying the soul.
Washing away crusty memories
of resentment or pain.
Letting life flow in.

They are far too few,
too spaced apart.
And while they may feel like pain,
They are the beginnings of joy.