Flora Christo

bud
Photo by Mary Bach

Leaf, stem, branch
everyday resurrection

 

Happy Easter! Or whatever spring holiday you celebrate around this time.  And if you don’t celebrate any you should, because just look around – you are surrounded by miracles with every bud and blade of grass. Yes, I live in the northern hemisphere, and yes, it’s been a long winter.  And yes, there is still some snow on the ground here (the picture above was taken last year)  but we made it.

For the Birds

How do you deal
with the guilt that comes
from splitting
a finite pie of time
to feed the infinite needs
of all the people
depending on you,
like a siege of herons
mouths open
greedy, starving
for your
time?

Remember
oh selfless one
at the end of the stories
in The Picture Book of Saints
the martyrs
always
die

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub, even though it doesn’t really have anything to do with birds, where De asked us to write something including one or more of the interesting names for groups of birds.

And Yet…

atonement letter

“… inspiration stalks us / through gloom” –Hilda Doolittle

Our lives are spent
chasing dark, smoky dreams
that end in
compromised alleys
filled with expired promises
that hang
for a moment,
then dissipate in
the fading light
of another lost day
 
Raw, indifferent winds
blow crumpled
wisps of paper
scribbled
with our secret antidote:
hope

Tenuous, transitory
and yet we
hope

These 55 words are for Kerry and the rest of the Toads in the Imaginary Garden.  It is also linked to Magpie Tales where Tess provided picture “Atonement Letter.”  Click on the links and check both of them out.

Looking Back

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To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
 
It’s hard to know where you’re going
when you don’t know where you’ve been,
cause sometimes the road is circular,
and your back where you started again.
 
If you can make peace with yourself
you can run without being hounded,
and honor what you’ve been through,
cause to fly, first you have to be grounded.
 
So don’t forget where you came from
and everything you’ve been through,
cause the hurts and  the joys that leave their marks
are the things that make you you.
 
To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
Picture and words by Mary Bach.