Springtime

“Redbuds”

Suddenly
Like Sunshine from behind the Clouds,
The Redbuds are blooming,
And the ache rumbles in my heart like Thunder.

©02.05.12

Here in the southeast, spring came early this year, pulled along into mid-February by a mild winter. We have had leaves on the weeping willow for weeks now, and the yard already desperately needs mowing. My parents both loved to be outside, and spring was a type of religious experience for them, tangible evidence of inevitable beauty and goodness no matter the preceding cold darkness. I find myself missing them even more than usual this time of year. I wrote the above poem almost a year after Daddy died and what would turn out to be about 6 weeks before Mama would. Five years later, the emotion still runs true.

Our plum tree on the 24th of February:

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