Monday, March 21, 2011

Poetry: The Eager Blade

Today is the first full day of Spring.  In the past the qualifier, "full," was not needed.  It was simply, "the first day of Spring."  Nowadays we long to have things before they have reached their fullness.  Is that a good quality?

I'm not sure if this poem addresses that question, but it is a poem about Spring.

The Eager Blade

Cautiously,
So very wary,
Do your cousins creep into the light.

They probe the air
For barest breath of frost,
And finding it, retreat into the soil.

Not you.
You stir,
And strain against
The dumb earth,
Rising and reaching
For the burning life
That beckons
Above the treetops,
Exulting
In its touch.
To what end?
Eager blade,
Will you flourish
In the light,
Scion of your kind?
Or will Winter's death rattle cast you into darkness?

I admire you.
Risking
Everything.
Bringing new life into the realm
Dominated
For so long
By Death
Is noble,
And worthy
Of imitation.

May Spring be a time of flourishing for you!

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