Saturday, May 30, 2020

Spring Poem

Louise Grinstead kindly sent me this  lovely poem by her mother. 

Spring Poem 2019
  
I wish, I wish.
Oh, if I only could
wake up all the tiny buds, the eyes of spring
-        and send old winter off to sleep again.
Alas, I wish in vain.

But wait my soul
embrace this pulse of longing for sweet face of spring
and all her beauty hidden still in snow
            this is your strength – your power
            newborn in snow
            waiting
            longing
            longing and singing and weeping
            for spring.

Jean Melba Heard



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