After this winter, I'm sure those of us who have had to brave the snowy polar vortex can relate to the cries of the earth as it "weeps for spring". I published this poem three years ago. Although that winter wasn't as harsh as this year, it reminded me that the hope for spring is on-going. We got past that winter and enjoyed spring and summer, and then another and yet another! We will get past this one too. There is hope! There is always hope!
AS THE WILLOW WEEPS
Tall trees grounded,
firm foundation,
roots stable in the earth's floor -
fierce winds
snatch tossing limbs,
as they break from the solid core.
fixed branches...
reach for the sun -
praising heaven, open wide...
springtime showers have begun,
outstretched fingers grasp for life!
outstretched fingers grasp for life!
now the willow hangs its head,
docile limbs weighed down,
yielding to the ground,
as if all hope is dead.
as if all hope is dead.
"No! Not So!" - the red bird sings!
think of pure and lovely things!
sweet as the kiss of the morning dew,
and the warmth of the sun embracing you...
have faith dear willow - do not cry,
or hide your face from grace...
have faith that spring will soon arrive,
and heaven's breath
brings forth new life!
the time is near ~ we can expect...
though birthing pains persist...
remember this...
our eyes are not on what is seen...
As the willow weeps for spring!
(written by Lorraine Brown, copyright 2011)
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