Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Hope Renewed

Today's poem reminds me of the good old days, way back when I was putting together a free, weekly e-mailed newsletter (anybody remember "Squiggles & Giggles"?).

One of our annual rituals was a countdown toward spring.

It was not unusual for it to begin with the first frost in the autumn, struggle through the gray days of winter, then go marching toward brighter, sunnier, warmer ... growing ... days of spring.

This poem also reminds me of a time when Phyllis and I shared a sleeping room high under the roof of the house, where the sound ... the music ... of rain was so soothing, so reassuring.

Though I can't hear the rain thumping on the roof now, the sound of it slanting against the bedroom window is still a pleasant interlude, a reminder ...

The poem:

HOPE RENEWED

Spring rain

thumps on my roof

as though testing it

for ripeness,

and in the sunny

back yard of my mind

I see red roses

blossoming again.

© 1994

(originally published in Capper's)

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Today's word: blossoming

Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:

Oh, thank you, Helen, for letting me know that this little piece came together as the word picture(s) I'd hoped it would. As for other readers ... the welcome mat is always out ... I keep a light in the window ... and I'm listening, listening ... for quiet footsteps ... a whispered comment ... a chuckle ... I'm listening.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This brought out a smile.  I like your word pictures.  I can see and hear them too.
I'd also like to walk down the path in your photo.  My best to all the readers...I'd love to read your thoughts about Bob's poems and Chosen Words.