Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Then One Day, Spring





(I know ... we're a little early with the dogwood blossoms, but give them time; they'll be back)

As with many of my poems, this one is rooted in my childhood.

There are so many memories from that time, still warm and shiny from much handling. Of course, they were not all happy memories ... there were hard times in the land ... but the good memories have prevailed.

This collection of memories goes back before the days of central heating. No fear of the pipes freezing then ... there weren't any. Flush toilets were a part of those distant cities we had heard about.

Oh, but when the world began showing signs of thawing ... then we felt like celebrating. 

We had survived another winter. Spring meant the trees would soon be budding out, Easter flowers would start reaching their slender fingers toward the sun, birds would be singing.

What a great world we lived in!

The poem:


THEN ONE DAY, SPRING

After the long, gray parade
of frozen winter months,
there eventually came a day

unlike others in our valley,
when the sun seemed brighter,
warmer, the breeze softer,

clearer, carrying birdsong
in floating crystal notes,
snow beginning to inch back

from the steaming roof edge
of a nearly-empty coal shed,
sending tear-like trickles

of water drip-drip-dripping
onto earth where daffodils
soon would be punching

slender fingers through,
reaching for the warmth.
Then high along the ridge,

at the bluffs where a stream
would struggle with thirst
in July, there issued

the robust song of water
newly freed from the cold,
tumbling head-over-heels


to reach the rocks below
and come racing toward us
with the great good news.
© 1999


(received an honorable mention in Poets' Study Club competition, subsequently published in 
Capper's, and now part of my collection, Wood Smoke, published by Finishing Line Press)

Today's word: jubilation

1 comment:

CE said...

Loved your description of spring! So welcome on a day after record breaking snow this weekend in Illinois! I shoveled a path to the garage to get out today to a funeral of a teacher friend. CE