Everyone feels spring rushing up.
We praise you for the daffodils,
The flowers that bloom with snowless joy.
Our winter was too long.
The snow was too deep.
We were not sure it would melt.
The despair had caught us.
The atmosphere groans with your hidden glory.
We praise you for the moments,
The moments we can bear to enter it.
Very few feel the suffering behind the bloom.
We praise you for your humility,
The food that feeds the flower, the fire that melts.
Your winter is long.
The snow is still s...
Published on March 22, 2010 11:23