Spring - Linda Pastan
Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.
Lovely :-) I swear I used similar images in a blog post once, and yet I've never read the poem before now. Funny how things like that happen, isn't it? Like the images and ideas are already up there somewhere in the ether and every now and then we can grab one and pull at its kite-tail.
ReplyDeleteOh I know what you mean, has happened to me too! The synchronicity of creativity. Brilliantly baffling. What a lovely idea to think they're there for us, waiting for use. A kite tail - perfect! :)
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