Spring Rain (my first poem to see the light of day)

Each bright green of spring seems to be made deeper by the wave of silver washing away the cold of the past…

Each drop dying into the earth brings each seed reviving into a bright new birth.

The life inside me, frozen by snow, is the life that now, at last, I know.

Why love only flowers when each blade of grass hold its own glory.

They are crying with joy as the rain brings the stream.

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8 thoughts on “Spring Rain (my first poem to see the light of day)

  1. You’ve really captured the emergence spring brings out. As you say in your poem – why love only flowers. The budding leaves or grass, or anything that is coming alive has a real effect on us. Good work.

  2. Jacqueline – thank you for this piece (found myself wanting to type “peace” there, for that is what it brings to me). Being in the third of twelve rounds of chemo, I see your words through a different lens: the “wave of silver washing away the cold of the past”; “each drop dying into the earth,” “each seed reviving into a bright new birth”; goodness, what images in which to recast the hour after hour drip, drip, drip of assorted chemicals, my own “wave of silver” trickling in, washing away the cold of the past, it’s like you wrote this whole thing for me. Beautiful. I you would allow it, I would love to repost this on my own blog, crediting you and directing readers there here, with a few comments about the parallels in my own “springtime with chemo.” Let me know. But regardless, thank you for the gift of your words. :o)

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