Spring Fields, the Poetry of Anticipation

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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