What really gets to me
is that Mother Earth never gives up.
No matter how much we hurt her,
rip her trees out of the ground
(not even hearing their silent screams),
fill her oceans and seabirds and whales
with plastic, buy and discard
so much excess, warm her oceans,
heat her deserts till they turn to flame,
still, each year, spring arrives:
a miracle of green baby leaves,
baby wolves, orca calves,
and puppies.
Like a human mother, her heart hurts,
yet still she gives.
So generous, so kind.
So forgiving.
I am watching the light last longer.
Soon the trees out front will be
a froth of white blossoms.
The bare branches of forsythia
are poking yellow-tipped buds
along their limbs.
Seventy-eight springs,
and each one more of a miracle
than the last.
Every year, it takes
my breath away.
for Susan's prompt at What's Going On: Equinox - what really gets to you?
Spring, our eternal hope for a new beginning, hoping to do better
ReplyDeleteSpring is such a wondrous season of rebirth. You are correct nature continues to grow and give even when we cause pain. There are signs of spring showing here and it lifts my spirit and fills me with hope.
ReplyDeleteForsythia is blooming here! A happy springtime to you...
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You are right...Mother Earth just keeps on giving, never turns her back on us, no matter how we treat her. Such beauty you see outside your windows, Sherry. You are blessed.
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky to see the glory of spring renewal, Sherry. We're feeling climate change here, the hottest March I've experienced in years.
ReplyDeleteIn Australia also !
Delete"Every year, it takes
ReplyDeletemy breath away." And you move me to tears. Indeed, Mother earth keeps on giving despite the abuses we inflict on her. All of our loving can not equal mother earth's. All of our loving has not been able to overcome the evil humans do.
"I am watching the light last longer." This is such a beautiful feeling Sherry. Nature is indeed breathtaking. Every word of yours is a reminder to that. So lovely.
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful end verse - and love that Mother Earth always prevails - Je
ReplyDeleteThe kindness of Mother Earth is something we must hold on to, no matter what, Sherry, and the fact that she never gives up. I agree with you that, ‘like a human mother, her heart hurts, yet still she gives’. I can’t understand why more humans don’t follow her lead. Our quince tree already has a froth of white blossom.
ReplyDelete"each year, spring arrives:
ReplyDeletea miracle of green" I love that and the imagery in your final two stanzas, especially. Lovely!
A positive poem bearing hope. Seventy eight Springs is quite a feast:) Well done !
ReplyDeleteIn spring, One day we open the windows, the next day we turn furnace back on. Even our robins seem confused.
ReplyDeleteNothing seems more miraculous to us northerners than spring.
ReplyDeleteHer generosity, her kindness, her forgiveness: through your eyes, Sherry, we see it springing, unchanging, the light fighting against the darkness of all the hurt and excess we unceasing commit. May we always celebrate this goodness and answer its call.
ReplyDeleteshe will continue long after we are gone. after all, bedrock and ocean are her real bones and blood. the rest of it, or us, is temporary ~
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