Today
is my birthday. It is also the first day of spring and so I thought, rather
than getting all depressed in a blog post about being older, I'd simply share a
poem.
Seed - by Paula Meehan
The
first warm day of spring
and
I step out into the garden from the gloom
of
a house where hope had died
to
tally the storm damage, to seek what may
have
survived. And finding some forgotten
lupins
I'd sown from seed last autumn
holding
in their fingers a raindrop each
like
a peace offering, or a promise,
I
am suddenly grateful and would
offer
a prayer if I believed in God.
But
not believing, I bless the power of seed,
its
casual , useful persistence,
and
bless the power of sun,
its
conspiracy with the underground,
and
thank my stars the winter's ended.
'Seed'
was taken from Poems on the Underground (tenth
edition) and is edited by Gerard Benson, Judith Chernaik and Cicely Herbert.
Thank
you for reading,
Lara.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday Lara.
What a lovely poem to open spring with. Thank you.
Beautiful. So simple and slow. Like waking up (on a Sunday).
Happy birthday to you. Getting older is pretty great really. Old people are cool. They give the fewest shits ;-)
Xxx
Since Christmas, the pine box that I stencilled with the word as Spring, has sat on my kitchen window sill and small shoots have blossomed into tall, bright hyacinths. They finishes just as the snowdrops and crocus appeared under my sycamore tree. Lara I can't think of a lovelier day to celebrate your Birthday. Lucky girl, you have something to look forward to every year. Lovely choice of poem.
Many Happy Returns.
MHRs2U, Lara, and thanks for the poignant poem.
The arrival of Spring flowers is always soooooooooo cheering, and you are not merely getting older but "more mature".
Have a super birthday, and glad that Poems on the Underground is proving to be entertaining.
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