There is hope in the garden
Though I am weighed down right now
with the news of a wonderful writer,friend,mentor's
death
Though I am weighed down by a friend's suffering chemo
and loneliness
Though I am filled with prayers for good news forthcoming
for a family member
though, though, though
all this worldly spirit weight of the being
There is the garden
hope and promise
rising through the wet mud
gray days
cold air
Despite all this harshness
m' lady garden
rises
Continues the process
it is called to do
Lady Robin has finished her nest
despite horrible rain and wind
She kept picking grass and mud
arranging and rearranging the lining of her nest
swirling around and around making it just right
for her eggs
Now she is settled in
I assume she has eggs now
....Yesterday she sat on that nest
while it rained
and rained
...and it was cold
But she did what she was called to do
Signs
all over
the blood root rises
and the bluebells
the aconites
the trillium
and the sedum
I thought to save this for my artist friend, April
...she loves nature stuff
(for her studio)
...oops
I think I have waited too long
...
Even the common daffodils
are risen from the desolate looking earth
and the peonies
