Spring Again

Spring Again

  After winter’s ragged grin, spring comes greening in with leaf-curling smiles of hope for new beginnings: delirious-wild-flowerings in the serious month of May and, in spite of Eliot’s cruelest month, crocus and Iris and lilac and clematis, jonquils and tulips all rise up from their sleep in the perfumed poetry of April fading then back into oblivion never to be retrieved again until next year, when the cycle begins again with redbud trees and nomophobia blooming against the heart again. Honeysuckle vines and bridal wreath streaking through the palms up through the arms to the heart and lungs and brainstem of this organism which is a small part of the vast organism of air and water and leaf and cloud and dirt and stars we sometimes call “this vast creation,” for lack of better words or more elegant turns of phrase. The earth is all before me as Wordsworth said long ago. So I cannot miss my way, even if my only guide is a pale wandering cloud. Featured Photograph:  Purple Clematis by Nancy...