Tag Archives: Spring

The Stations of the Year

“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading

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Winter’s Wardrobe

In the cold time of short days and longest nights evergreens preen proudly in wraps of needle green, while humbler trees’ branches, unclothed until spring, bear chill. Then  snow in its pity shawls them with white as it quilts and … Continue reading

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Spendthrift Autumn, Frugal Winter

Spendthrift autumn dances, winds tossing the bright coin of trees in her wake. Leaves—red, golden, brown–curl dry, caught where shrubs meet earth, huddle near roots. Rain softens spent leaves. Frugal winter hoards autumn’s debris in root cellars, stocks those cold … Continue reading

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Waking in the Garden

I thought each plant remembered me. Each spike of spiderwort’s first blade, Each thrust of lily pushing loam, Each promise of stargazing pink and scent Piercing the friable flowerbed earth, Each potted bulb awakened, Shoving soil aside to stretch above … Continue reading

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Spring Equinox: Whinny, Snort, Jump

The whinny, snort and jump of spring Bolt down its elliptical track; Exuberance shakes off reins of balance in this race. Its silks, the colors of crocus, Lift its weightless rider, Press lightly against eager flanks, Which, whipped by wind, … Continue reading

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One Bird Sings

One bird sings… a flock may be drawing near. One flock wings north; another may be close behind. At journey’s end, they build new nests and In soft spring mornings, one by one, They sing, coaxing the sun above east’s … Continue reading

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