To the Inhabitants of the Great North American East
In the Bleak, see acrimonious,
terrain of March,
(a March still frozen, encrusted
with swathes of rancid snow)
there is no Promise
no hope, just desolation,
what appears a permanent
Wasteland
shows no signs
of its Gestating depths
of the buried Life
deep at work,
unalterably,
renewing itself
Sap Rising
that mounting Force
Strong As Life Is Strong
Indomitable as it is,
mirrors our Wonder
at seeing it burst
forth, when desperate
and wasted,
we least expect it
Photograph by Pattie Schaefer
Such power in your words, that reflect the relentless power of nature to repeat the cycle of bringing forth life from death. Spectacular photograph! xoxo
Thank you Claire! Yes I agree, the photo is great! xo
The sap is rising very slowly this year. But your poem gives hope. Thanks, Kiki.
Dear Melissa, Yes, I had to give hope to myself as well, this one has been really bad… xo
A stark reflection of my own emotional state at this time of year or life perhaps….but your poem gives me hope that there is always renewal x
There must be right? If we look? Seek? Choose? xoxoxo
love it, and the title is perfect!
Thank you Paula!