Spring is an egg, chipped
and spilling rain (not the blue
robin’s egg we know, but
the gray marble sky reflected
in the nests of house sparrows).
Impatient, we pace,
count steamed breath,
wait for weather to break, for what stirs
under that shell
to split one morning open,
About Susan L Daniels
I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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will it ever be summer?
Eventually. I saw the sun on the weather forecast, unless they are simply putting it there to give us hope.
so very cold
Yup. I have tomatoes that need to be outside this week. I am telling them (and myself) they will be outside in the middle of this week.
So lovely … summer’s coming 🙂
Thanks, Polly. I know it is… When it gets here. I can’t tap my toes impatiently until it does, does me no good 😉
Having grown up in an area where Sun and green life are taken for granted, it’s only being by here in this different climate that I started appreciating this notion of rebirth and renewal and this poem speaks to that. Great picture too! 🙂
Joe, thank you so much! Getting hungry for temps over 50…
Miriam, thank you!
Cool today, 78° by Thursday. More please!
Yes, please! Dry enough today to work soil, and planting happens tomorrow…yay.
Really cool comparison.
Great analogy. The rains have started here too 🙂
Now, I am not going to complain about rain. Last summer we had drought, so we need every drop we can get. However, I need it to stop so I can work some soil and do some planting.
You really love the earth. I hate gardening, never done one before and I’m just wondering how I’m going to keep the flowers and plants in our new home we will be moving to.
Hee, hee. I came to this love late. I hated working in the garden my parents had, hated getting my hands dirty. When I was in college studying botany for a semester, I nearly failed my lab, having killed my seed germination exercise three times. What I like about outside gardening is the creative (in all sense of the word) force of growing things. However, I can’t grow flowers for flowers’ sake alone–it has to be vegetable matter, or I will surely kill it. Go figure…
I was so bad with science while in school. All this is beyond me. Give me words all day long and I will string them. You are a woman of many talents, Susan and don’t you go saying no 🙂
Celestine, thank you! I will not argue with you–where you can see it… but I am shaking my head vigorously side to side as I type this.
And I’m laughing out loud at your comment 🙂
I like the sky breaking open like an egg. Are we on the inside or the outside of the shell?
Outside, waiting for weather to break it open–my view anyway. You can be on any side you want 😉
Crack and pot. Yes. 🙂