We
are constantly reminded of the resilience of nature and human nature to rise
above even the worst winter may throw at it. So, too, we see evidence of that
enduring penchant of human mind, body and spirit for the kind of creative
therapy that lifts us out of despair and carries us into spring. What happens
then, of course, is no secret where nature is concerned; new life, indeed. As
for mind, body, and spirit, these can but reunite and do their best to rise
above the worst and wing us along with the skylark, perennial metaphor for hope
renewed and dreams reworked…that never (quite) went away.
SPRING FIELDS, THE POETRY OF ANTICIPATION
When
winter comes,
its
days so long, cold, and dark
where
do dreams fly
that
once rose with the lark,
kept
us company
in
spring fields bringing new life
to
each flower, each tree?
When
winter comes,
dimming
even the brightest spirit,
what
happens to hopes
that
once nested in the heart,
kept
the mind company
in
spring fields bringing new life
to
each flower, each tree?
When
winter comes,
poverty
sure to leave its mark,
to
whom do they turn,
faced
with life choices as stark
as
keeping the heating on,
putting
food on the table, buying
clothes
for the children?
When
winter comes,
snowflakes
like failing heartbeats,
how
do they survive,
forced
to beg on busy streets
for
the right to be free
of
winter’s worst, a helping hand
from
everyday humanity
When
winter comes,
its
days so long, cold and dark,
drive
mind, body and spirit
to
image wings of the same skylark
that
kept us company
in
spring fields bringing new life
to
each flower, each tree
Where
winter comes,
companion
north wind blowing,
sparing
no one,
find
hopes and dreams creating
a
bold new tapestry
of
spring fields bringing new life
and
hope to ailing humanity
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2013; 2016
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