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.