Dragged down

Dragged down by the accretions 

Of the past several months, 

We spread our arms in welcome 

To the bright awakening and warm breezes 

Of spring.

The power of light

Such is the power of the light: 

To single out that which is beautiful; 

That which is unique to us alone, 

And to bring it to the attention of those around us; 

To celebrate individuality and make it known.

 And so the attention we pay 

To others and our surroundings 

Acts as light, enlivening our darkened world.

High climbers

Like my cat, some humans seem to have an urge 

To ascend to the highest possible place: 

The Everest for Sir Edmund Hillary; 

The moon, for the astronauts of Artemis ll. 

For me, I am happy down here on the ground, 

Breathing the scents of Spring.

Glow brighter as the dark descends

Evening, and as the dark rolls in,

 Shrinking the light, 

The color intensifies to flame 

 Before winking out. 

I hope my life will do the same;

 That whatever gifts I have 

 Glow brighter as I age and dark descends…

The charms of imperfection

Just as the artist seeks to render 

The scene that lies before her, 

The clouds attempt to mimic 

The mountain’s shape below them. 

Each slight divergence from exactness 

 Adds to the charm of their endeavors.

As spring returns

As the weather warms, 

 And the puddles slowly fade 

From our daily walk, 

The mountain reappears 

 From behind the clouds 

 That brought all that rain 

And we rejoice to find spring still returns 

Despite the darkness in the world.

Happy Easter!