Springing

spring
“PUSH”, 18x18x10″, ceramic,wire,wood
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I wrote this in 2009 and seem to need to post it each Spring:

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LOVE LETTER TO SPRING

We thought it would never come.
That dripping, pungent, just-waking- up
Season of LIFE!
It hides, teases, burrows down
So far that we forget-
Forget the wild heartbeat that comes
With the lover at the door.
Old thoughts of circumstances long gone
Have no place here.
All is washed clean,
Naked to the promise
Of every thing spanking new.
And so, what shall I choose
To adorn myself for you?
Nothing secondhand, NO!
For me there will be butter yellow
Like the grasses by the roadside.
Perhaps a deep brown
With the scent of new rain
Behind my ear.
Of course, lest I forget
A shirt the shade of
The inside of that orchid
I saw on your desk.
The door will open
And there you’ll stand,
Crackling with the promise
Of a thunderstorm.
Wild, navy blue clouds
Demanding my attention.
“Come in”, I say, slightly unnerved.
Nothing seems familiar, everything new.
I leave the door open,
So all this blossoming, and greening and thundering and light
Has no question it is welcome
To change us, release us
From all we know to be true,
And leave us spent with awe
For all we thought we knew.

-Cathy Aten Easter 2009

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3 Responses to “Springing”

  1. CarrieBallantyneEckhold on May 8th, 2014

    thank you for sharing again. we still have floats, mini icebergs,on Lake Michigan. Your words fill me with hope of Spring and smiles

  2. Andy Brawn on May 10th, 2014

    Who doesn’t love, and feel better in the spring?

  3. barbara on May 12th, 2014

    Your words are so beautiful!

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