Living in the violence of Spring
Living in a time
where shells are cracking
and shapes alter
Who can afford to risk
forgetting the danger
forgetting the moment
the crocus bulb breaks ground
Never knowing whether
snow or sun or ice
awaits in warm or jagged welcome
There are no choices here
No careful path or
reasoned way
No holding in reserve for
some more settled,
more propitious time
But only the unconsidered
faith of the crocus
whose saffron petals echo
or demand the sun
―Lynn Ungar
What in you is demanding to see the sun?
beautiful poem & thoughtful reflection today, thank you
our little babe has a fever, and I find myself & my spirit demanding the sun of calm, of focus, of warm peace & good health, of worrying about nothing but this child, and the sanctuary of our home.