I don't know what it's doing in your neck of the woods, but Spring has made its call to new life known for a few weeks here in the Sierras. I woke one morning last week with a poem in my heart and thought today, Spring Equinox, the perfect time to share. Happy Spring everyone :)
Hail Spring 2013
©Karla Johnston, 2013, InnerConstellation.com
Written: March 13, 2013
Woke this morning to one of the
sweetest sounds imaginable—a Dove’s call,
smiled from ear to ear and felt gratitude well up,
almost burst me at the seams!
I am the luckiest girl alive—
to hear spring’s proclamation another year.
Blessings to you, my old-time Feathered Friend.
You have been a constant.
I remember most vividly,
spring mornings in Pennsylvania,
gleefully tottering over to the telephone wires
where you perched in graceful form
and sang your call of new life into me.
Spring is hailed each season, whether I notice it or not.
Some years, I do not recognize your sweet arrival,
drowned out by the dissonance of my grown up world
and it is April, sometimes even May,
before I identify your wing pattern in flight
or flash of iridescent feather patch.
smiled from ear to ear and felt gratitude well up,
almost burst me at the seams!
I am the luckiest girl alive—
to hear spring’s proclamation another year.
Blessings to you, my old-time Feathered Friend.
You have been a constant.
I remember most vividly,
spring mornings in Pennsylvania,
gleefully tottering over to the telephone wires
where you perched in graceful form
and sang your call of new life into me.
Spring is hailed each season, whether I notice it or not.
Some years, I do not recognize your sweet arrival,
drowned out by the dissonance of my grown up world
and it is April, sometimes even May,
before I identify your wing pattern in flight
or flash of iridescent feather patch.
In those moments of
forgetfulness, I swear you speak,
like Solomon to his beloved:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For don’t you see, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
Flowers appear on earth;
the time of the singing birds is come,
and the voice of the Turtle Dove is heard in our land.”
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away….
This year I am early, seven days before equinox.
I gratefully take up your faithful call—
new life, it is spring indeed!
like Solomon to his beloved:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For don’t you see, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
Flowers appear on earth;
the time of the singing birds is come,
and the voice of the Turtle Dove is heard in our land.”
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away….
This year I am early, seven days before equinox.
I gratefully take up your faithful call—
new life, it is spring indeed!
Such a beautiful poem Karla! Thank you for sharing it! Enjoy your spring, ours came early here in Tallahassee with the azaleas and dogwoods having already expressed themselves in all their vivid colors .... about a month earlier than usual.